Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Prf: First Fight

Harry:
You fought about Harry hiding his stress. He assured you it wasn't a problem, and you tried to explain that him saying that was exactly why you were mad. You were tired of him trying to dismiss having the weight of the world on his shoulders like it was nothing. When he just kept denying everything, you stormed out of the room and left Hogwarts for a few hours.

Ron:
The reason you fought was that you were close friends with Harry. Ron was around Harry and Hermione a lot, so that meant that you were too. Harry was closer to you, for whatever reason, and Ron thought something was up. You knew that it had to do with his low self esteem, but didn't say anything. You tried to convince him of the truth, but he wouldn't be swayed. He ended up leaving, and not coming back for an hour.

Draco:
Your first fight was about your obsessive need to study hardcore for everything, even when you didn't have to. It left little to no time for him, and he was understandably upset. Your parents had threatened to pull you from Hogwarts if you didn't keep your grades absolutely perfect. They were old school, and didn't believe in educating girls. You were constantly afraid of them pulling you out and marrying you off to some old man the day you were old enough to. You couldn't tell Draco this, however, because you didn't want him to worry.

Fred:
You fought because of his inability to be serious. Your aunt had died, so you left for her funeral for a few days. The whole time, you and Fred would call each other, just to talk. When you called, you were usually crying. Fred tried to make jokes, but you kept telling him that it wasn't the time. He didn't know what else to do, so he kept joking around. You assumed that he wasn't taking it seriously, when really, he was just trying to cheer you up. You stopped picking up his calls, and ignored him upon returning to school.

George:
Your first fight was caused by you accidentally kissing Fred. You hadn't been dating for long, and quite frankly, you couldn't tell the twins apart yet. You'd walked into the Gryffindor Common Room and saw Fred standing there, but you'd thought that it was George. You wrapped your arms around his torso and asked him how his day had went. Fred, amused by your confusion, simply laughed. You kissed him on the cheek, and he turned red, realizing that he should've spoken up. He'd nervously whispered your name, trying to get the words out, but you kissed him on the lips before he could finish. George walked in, saw this, and started crying. He ran out, and you followed him once you'd realized what'd happened.