Harry Potter Preferences.

He asks you out

F/c= favorite class

Lf/c= least favorite class

Harry-

You were talking to Joel Campbell at the Hufflepuff table as Harry sat at the Gryffindor table his fists clenched. You were smiling and laughing and Harry was upset. "C'mon, Mate," Ron said, his mouth full of food. "You should've asked her out when you had a chance." Harry frowned, "maybe it's not too late." He stood up and marched over to the table. "Listen, Y/n," Joel started to lean in and you looked uncomfortable. "I've been meaning to ask you-" Harry popped in, "Y/n, can I talk to you?" You nodded quickly, eager for an excuse to get away from Joel. You like him but not that way. "Thanks, Harry, that would've been an awkward situation." You laughed. Harry scratched the back of his neck, "um, Y/n?" "Yes?" "Would you, um, want to...gotohogsmeadewithme?" "Ummm." Harry's face flushed bright red, "if you don't want to that's fine, I understand." He started to walk away and you finally shook out of your shock that Harry Freaking Potter(I love that song) the guy you've been crushing on, asked you out. "Wait, Harry!" You yelled, running after him. You caught up to him at the top of the stairs. "I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you." He looked at you, "really?" You nodded. His face broke out into a huge grin, "awesome! Saturday, I'll meet you in front of the school." You smiled and nodded before walking down the stairs. Harry turned a corner and leaned against the wall. You turned a corner at the top of stairs and leaned against the wall. "Yes!" You whispered at the same time.

Ron-

You were helping Ron with his f/c homework when you caught him staring at you. "What is there something on my face?" You asked self consciously. Ron blinked, "What? No! Your face is normal, I mean, it's beautiful just there's nothing on it, you're beautiful, I mean, ugh." He dropped his head on the table and you giggled. He looked up at the sound of your giggling and smiled at you. Soon enough you were both laughing and getting weird looks from other people in the library. "Um, y/n?" Ron asked after you stopped laughing. "Yes?" You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and watched his ears turn red. "I was wondering, if, if you," He clasped his eyes like he was bracing himself for rejection, "if you'd like to go on a date?" "Sure." One eye cracked open, "really?" You nodded. "Great," he jumped up. "I'll meet you on Tuesday, at 2 o'clock, in front of the Black Lake!" And with that, he dashed off. You smiled and shook your head.

Neville-

"Hey, Nev!" You waved at Neville from your spot near the fireplace where you were doing homework. Of course, Neville, being the adorable, klutzy dork he is, tripped over his own feet and knocked your homework into the fire. You watched in shock as two hours of work turned to ash before your eyes. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, y/n! I can't believe I did that!" Neville looked panicked and dove for the poker to try to salvage your work but you just shrugged, "it was stupid to sit next to the fireplace, I'll just stay up a little late." Neville couldn't believe how calm you were but on the inside, you were going Aggretsuko (it's on Netflix, you should check it out) and screaming death metal. "Well, let me make it up to you." You raised an eyebrow. "I'll help you with your herbology homework! And, um, if you'd like to, go on a date?" He mumbled the last part. "I'd love too." He blinked, this isn't a joke, right? "Um, how about, the courtyard, tomorrow, 6 o'clock?" "Sure, sound good," you replied. He smiled and forgot he was holding a poker and burned his hand.

Fred-

you were sitting close to each other in Lf/class, funny he never noticed you had this one together, and you look looked bored out of your mind. He was bored too and he never got caught so he formulated a plan. You were just staring at the blackboard vacantly when an origami crane flew onto your desk. It unfolded and written inside were the words

Dear Ms. Blower upper of Snape's cauldrons,

will you go on a date with me? If yes, three broomsticks, tomorrow, 3 o'clock. I look forward to your reply;)

Fred

you smiled at the note before carefully folding it and tucking it inside your pocket. You pulled out another piece of paper and wrote

Dear Mr. Dyer of Mrs. Norris pink,

I would be absolutely delighted to go on a date with you, I look forward to seeing you there;)

Y/n

You turned it into a butterfly that fluttered over to his desk. He read it and looked at you with a Cheshire grin. Tomorrow will certainly be fun.

George-

McGonagall had caught both of you on a prank and put you in detention. George was sitting next to you sorting through files when he tapped your shoulder. You ignored him. "Y/n," he tapped your shoulder, "y/n," he tapped you again, "yyyyyyyyyyyyyy/nnnnnnnnnnnn" he whined. "What?!" You hissed. "Will you go on a date with me?" "Will it get you to shut up?" "Yes." "Fine." He gave you a grin, "Monday, 5 o'clock, quidditch field." "Deal."

A/n-

Hello, few people who read this. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been kinda busy and I've been working on my other stories. Anyways, I'll try to update more often, also, if you have a request go ahead and comment on it. Check out my other stories please, and have a nice day! <3