Harry Potter Preferences

Flowers

Harry: Acacia Blossom ; concealed love

Harry looked up from the piece of parchment he was scribbling on to see your raised hand waving in the air. Your crystal clear voice said something he couldn't quite understand, a bunch of names of some magical herbs. The teacher seemed pleased with your response, earning you house points. Your house mates murmured and nudged you happily and as the teacher turned back to the board, he heard you laugh softly. Smiling, he looked back down to see his quill had magically doodled little hearts all over his notes. And as he attempted to crumple it and start over on a new piece before Ron or someone else saw, it folded itself into a paper airplane. Panicking, Harry realized it was going to fly to you and hurriedly crushed it, earning a weird look from Hermione at his violently red face.

Ron: White Heather ; protection ; wishes come true

Ron huffed, feeling as if every vein in his body was made of pure anxiety. He paced around, wondering how he was going to break the news to you. Earlier, Harry had come up with his usual crazy idea to save the world again, destroying the Horcruxes and Ron knew there was no way he could let him go at it alone. But that meant he will be leaving you behind at Hogwarts. As much as he wished you would stay safe, he knew it was wishful thinking. The door slid open and you stepped in. He called out your name, striding to you. He took you into his arms and never wanted to let go. When he finally did, he took a flower from a nearby vase and gingerly put it in your hair. "This is my promise to always be there to protect you. please wait for me to come back home."

Draco: Daffodil ; the sun is always shining when i'm with you

Draco took his wand and carefully used it to carve a few patterns into the slab of wood he was bent over.  He pushed his white blond hair back from his forehead when it fell into his eyes. You poked your head in and said his name, prompting him to notice you and smile. You walked in, holding a bundle of soft cloth in your arms. You sat down beside him and shifted the bundle into his arms, taking the project he had been working on and examining it. A mobile, with tiny chains of daffodil flowers hanging from a wooden sun. You told him it was beautiful and he laughed and responded, "Only the best for the light of my life." The tiny baby in his arms cooed softly and he kissed you on the cheek, wondering just how his life came to be this great.

Fred: Pink Carnation ; i'll never forget you

The first time you met Fred, you had on a dress of pink flowers. The first time he took you out on a date, he made you a crown of carnations. The time you two had your first kiss, it was under an arch of pink carnations that he magicked to glow with a luminescence that showered the both of you in light. He'd gotten you a necklace with the same flower and you laughed at his cheesiness but secretly were the one who doodled the flower on all of your Polaroids with pink markers. And when he was gone, you'd put the bouquets of the very same carnations on his grave everytime you went to see him, biting back tears as you promised him you would never forget everything you did together and all the times you wished could've last forever.

George: Viscaria ; will you dance with me?

You took the last of the boxes and placed it on the floor, sweeping off your hands after. George came over and smiled. A home of your own, finally, after years and years of dreaming and wishing, you finally did it. Of course, there were a few tweaks to work out like that leak in the bathroom and the cracks in the walls over there by the kitchen but George didn't let those little things dampen his mood. Not when the evenings were spent by getting hold of your hand and pulling you into a dance to the music of both your hearts beating in synchronization.

Neville: Red Tulip ; declaration of love

Neville's class had a course in Herbology about the meanings of certain flowers and he enjoyed it immensely, though could not see a use for it in real life. Little did he know that he will find a great use for it, very soon even. He had decided that it was time for you to know how he felt for you, but just didn't seem to be able to find a way or even the guts to do it. So in the end, he just thrust a red tulip in your way, knowing you would understand for you were in the course too. You widened your eyes and gave it back, saying you accepted and that this was your flower to him. He smiled real big and never doubted the usefulness of flower language ever again.

Oliver: White Violet ; let's take a chance on happiness

It been over five years since Oliver once saw you, which was a shame because if you had told him this when he was still in Hogwarts, he would've freaked, since he harbored deep feelings for you, there was no way he would wander so far from you. But he did and in that span of time, the feelings seemed to disappear and Oliver wasn't sure if he should be glad or sad. Then, you showed up to a Quidditch match he was playing and you might as well have been a spotlight in the crowd, Oilver noticed you immediately from the air. And just like that, the feelings came rushing back. After the match, he sought you out and the rest was history.