Harry Potter Preferences- Your first kiss
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Harry Potter Preferences- Your first kiss

H/c= hair color

y/c= your house

Harry-

You and Harry were sitting by the lake on a blanket watching the sunset. It was beautiful and the lake was basked in a golden light.

Yes, the sunset was beautiful, but Harry couldn't take his eyes off of you.

The light reflected off your h/c hair making it shine, your eyes reflected the sun and Harry wished he could freeze the moment in time. You felt Harry staring and turned to look at him.

"what's wrong?" You asked, worried.

Harry blinked, "nothing. I just wish that I could stay in this moment forever."

You blushed at this. You both were silent for a bit until you interrupted it, "Y'know this would be the perfect time to kiss me..." you remarked, picking at a string in the blanket before looking at Harry.

He gulped and took a deep breath, "I was thinking the same thing."

You sat there waiting. "Are you going to do it?"

You laughed and shook your head, "Honestly, Potter, I-" you were cut off as Harry leaned in to kiss you.

Ron-

His mother always said it was good manners to walk his date to the door so that's what he was doing.

You and Ron were walking to the y/h dormitory after your date, and you stopped at the portrait that led to your dormitory (if you are Gryffindor it's the stairs to the girl's dormitory).

"So, um," Ron awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. His mother had also said that it was romantic to kiss your date goodbye.

"I, um, er, I-"

"oh just shut up and kiss already!" Someone yelled from behind a tapestry.

Blushing furiously you turned in the direction of the yell and saw two familiar pairs of feet.

"Ginny?! June?!"

Said girls came out from the tapestry grinning sheepishly (Ginny was, June just kept smiling and winking so fast it looked like she had a twitch).

June Mason and Ginny Weasley were your best friends and were very annoying sometimes.

"Are you mental? Have you been following us all night?!" You were livid and Ron's ears were pink.

"And for your information," you said, matter-of-factly, "I can kiss whoever I want, whenever I want."

And with that, you turned to Ron, slammed his mouth down on yours for a few seconds, spun on your heel and marched to your dormitory.

Neville-

You were waiting anxiously outside the hospital wing, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to come out.

Neville and Seamus had been partners in potions and, well, the person that blows everything up and the person that messes up every potion do not mix well.

The door opened and Madame Pomfrey came out.

"You may see Mr. Longbottom now," she said in her usual stern voice. "He has a head injury so no over-excitement." You nodded and walked through the doors.

As always the large room smelled like clean linen and healing herbs but you weren't thinking about that, your eyes were sweeping the rows of beds for Neville.

He was close to you, in the only bed occupied, with bandages wrapped around his head. He looked up and his face brightened when he saw you, "Y/n!"

You speed walked to the chair beside his bed and sat next to him. Biting your lip you brushed the hair that was pushed in his face by the bandages aside.

"How on earth did you do this, Nev?" You tsked.

He blushed sheepishly, "Snape made me nervous so I added to much dragon claw powder and then Seamus blew the cauldron up but the dragon claw made it bigger and part of it smacked me in the head. Madam Pomfrey says I'll be here overnight."

You frowned, "it's okay, I'll stay with you." The clock on the wall behind you dinged and you stiffened, "I forgot about class!"

Neville started to sit up, "you should get-ow!" He deserted his attempt to sit up and fell back on the pillow.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried. "S'nothing, my head just hurts," he mumbled.

"That happens when it gets hit by a flying piece of a cauldron," you remarked and he rolled his eyes. Leaning down you placed a quick kiss to his forehead, "There, all better."

Even if it was just on the forehead as you rushed to class you left him a blushing, stuttering mess.

Fred-

You, Fred, and George were pulling a prank on Umbridge and needed a way to distract her. "Maybe we could get peeves to dance around naked?" Suggested Fred.

You wrinkled your nose, "as much as Umbridge would hate that I do not need that to haunt my nightmares." They agreed. "We could-" you began before George snapped his fingers, "I've got it!"

Time Break-

You and Fred were standing in the hall where Umbridge would pass through on her way to her office with George standing behind a pillar. "Here's the plan," he whispered.

"Umbridge is going to come around the corner and you two are going to distract her while I-"

"Just one thing," you interrupted, "how are we distracting her?"

Fred nodded, "I was wondering the same thing."

Click, click. Fantastic, the tale-tell clicking of the witch's (I mean that in a bad way as in wicked witch of the west) coming down the hall.

"Like this," George hissed and shoved the two of you together so that your lips collided.

For two seconds it felt like angels were singing, which turned into the shrill shriek of, "STUDENTS MUST NOT BE WITHIN TWO FEET OF EACH OTHER!!!!!!!

George, I hate you and love you at the exact same time.

George-

You were at the Gryffindor match that would determine the entire season. In the stands, you were on the edge of your seat.

It was Gryffindor vs Slytherin and everyone was geared up for the match.

It was easily the dirtiest match that had been played in a long time, and you held your breath every time someone came near George. Yes, he could take care of himself but you were still worried.

You held your breath as Malfoy went down for the snitch and Harry was at the other end of the field. It looked like Slytherin would win but Harry had a firebolt and he zoomed towards it.

Right before Malfoy did, harry enclosed his hand around the snitch. The seats erupted. They had gone it, Gryffindor had won for the first time in seven years.

Everyone was running onto the field but all you are going towards was George. Running you jumped into his arms, laughing. Laughing he spun you around and kissed you.

Draco -

Have you finished that essay from Professor Sinistra?" Draco asked as you both walked down the hall to class. You shook your head, "not yet.

Two rolls of parchment? She only assigned it yesterday. Whoever's already done it is insane."

He blushed and you gazed at him shocked, "Draco! Don't tell me you've already done it! Honestly, you're as bad as Hermione!"

Despite the pureblood stereotype that they're usually always Slytherin and muggle-born haters, your parents raised you to be kind to everyone.

And regarding the Slytherin stereotype, in fact, both your parents were Hufflepuffs

This upbringing resulted in you to have many friends whose blood status ranged from Pureblood, like Draco, to muggle-born, like Hermione. Hermione was actually your very good friend.

At your mention of Hermione Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Must you associate with mudbl-ow-muggle-borns like Granger?" He spat out the word like it was rotten in his mouth.

"You know I don't like you saying 'mudblood'! It's downright offensive!" You huffed. He dragged you into an empty corridor away from prying eyes.

"I just don't think it's good for your reputation to be hanging around with people like Granger!" He continued the argument. He crossed his arms and you mirrored his stance.

When you turned thirteen he hit a growth spurt and grew a foot and a half taller than you so you had to tilt your head back slightly.

"You don't control who I hang around with! I can be friends with anyone I want!" You said stubbornly.

"I don't give a flying hippogriff about my reputation unlike you," you poked him in the chest, "you're so infuriating sometimes I want to hex you!"

He rolled his eyes, "me? Infuriating? Maybe you should take a look in the mirror! Would you just shut up for three seconds?!"

"Make me!" You yelled.

"Fine." You were about to retort when he leaned down and kissed you on the mouth.

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