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Harry Potter Preferences: How You Met/ First Noticed Each Other

A/N: Please don’t come at me for misuse of any kind of slang. I happen to be very daft when it comes to these things :/ Also, these take place in the 3rd year (6th year for Tom and the Weasley twins bc they are SO FINE) The title is supposed to mean when you notice each other in a non-platonic way, I’m sorry if it isn’t clear. I am also sorry if some of these are long. I got carried away, lol.

Warnings: Cursing, innuendos.

Key: Y/n - Your name; L/n - Last name; F/n - Friend’s name

Harry Potter: You caught him staring at you.

You were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, eating breakfast when you felt a set of eyes upon you. You cautiously turned around and saw Hogwarts’ Golden Boy, Harry Potter, staring back at you. Why would he stare at me, you thought. You did a little wave, and he sent a sheepish smile back. You giggled. “Oi! Stop eye-fucking Potter, Y/N!” Your friend joked. You rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up, you wanker.” You laughed. You quickly turned back to face your friends, hoping he only caught the tail end of your now rosy complexion. Little did you know, he was hoping you missed his.

Ron Weasley: Volunteered to tutor him for Astronomy.

“I’m done for! Mum’s gonna murder me!” Ron whined. Hermione looked up from her parchment and rolled her eyes. “Perhaps studying would have some effect on your brain, Ronald. It’ll certainly help you to accomplish more than you’ve done whilst here.” She retorted. Harry stifled a laugh. “What are you failing this time, Ron?” Harry asked, moving Ron’s book to look at it himself. “It’s Astronomy. But I don’ s’pose I can do anything about it now.” Ron pouted. He left the Study Hall to go to his next class. You left briefly after. Thank the gods you caught up to him. You’d always found him attractive, and this is the closest you’ve probably ever gotten to him.

”Excuse me,” You said, tapping Ron on the shoulder. He turned to look at you. “I overheard you say you’re failing Astronomy, and I was hoping you’d let me help?” Your heart melted at the sight of his excitement. “You’d do that? For me? You’re a lifesaver, you are!” He exclaimed. He gave you a quick hug and walked away. What a day!

Fred Weasley: You were an accidental victim of one of his prank products.

You were heading to the Whomping Willow when you heard a whizzing sound over your head. You looked up and saw a large pear-shaped balloon. Oh shit. Before you could try and cover your head, you were covered head to toe in black and green paint. When you wiped your eyes, you saw little W-shaped confetti sprinkled everywhere. You groaned. “Goddamn it, Weasleys!” You yelled. Ugh, Weasleys. Why must they be so annoying? You felt someone touch your shoulder. You grudgingly turned around and saw your prankster, Fred.

“Sorry, L/n. Rogue Snake Snare. It was meant for Malfoy.” He said with an apologetic smile. “It’s fine, Weasley. I would’ve done it to Draco as well. Now help me get this paint off, will you? I look like I came from a St. Patrick’s Day parade.” He helped you clean the rest off, occasionally blushing when you use him for support. “Tell me, Fred, do you always go crimson when cleaning up a prank?” You chuckled. He smirked. “Only when it’s with you, my fair Y/n.” Ugh, Weasleys. Why must they be so cute?

George Weasley: Saved you from falling in the Black Lake.

“Oh, fuck.” You said as you watched your favorite (insert specific thing) sink into the water. You were relaxing by the Black Lake right before you were going to bed when your bullies threw your family’s (insert specific thing) in the water and dared you to go get it. “Do it, Y/n. I swear to Merlin, if you don’t do it, I’ll push you myself.” One of them yelled. You’d always had thalassophobia, the fear of deep, dark water. The sight of it was scary enough, but the thought of actually going in mortified you. You walked up to the edge; someone spun you around in a 180 degree-angle and pushed you in. You let out an ear-splitting scream as you desperately hoped whatever was in there would let you live. “Glacius!” You heard someone yell, but you didn’t take it into account. You closed your eyes but then opened them when you didn’t feel or taste the water.

You looked around and saw pure ice surrounding you, giving you instant relief. Thank the gods. You saw someone run over, pick you up, and bring you back to the edge. “Merlin, are you alright, L/n?” You recognized that voice as George Weasley. “Yeah, I’m fine, George. Thank you.” You sighed as you hugged him closer. “For a 6th year, you as tiny as a mouse, L/n.” He said. You responded, “All the better to hold me closer, Weasley.” He helped you calm down and lead to back to the castle. Before you went to sleep, you saw a floating cloud beside your bed with something on it. The family (thing). You saw it had a little note that said,

“I have my ways love. Sleep tight ;)”

-Forge

Neville Longbottom: You stood up for him when he was laughed at.

It was mail time in the morning, and you watched in awe as multiple parcels and letters dropped from above. You were sitting at the Gryffindor table, and a small, red envelope landed two seats down in front of Neville. You almost went back to your novel when you heard the envelope shift. “NEVILLE? NEVILLE DEAR, I NEED YOUR HELP!” Oh, damn. The poor boy received a Howler from a nice old lady, as far as you could tell. “YOU SEE, I’M AFRAID I MISPLACED YOUR OLD FROGGIE PAJAMAS AND REQUIRE ASSISTANCE FINDING THEM AGAIN.” Uproarious laughter arose from all four corners of the Great Hall, starting from the Slytherins, no doubt. The old woman, revealed to be his grandmother, rambled on until she apparently found the pajamas and proceeded to unveil some rather embarrassing details about Nev’s private life. At last, the Howler ripped itself up, and Marcus Flint stood atop of his table to mock Neville. “Can you help me find MY froggie jammies now, Nevvy?” said Flint.

“Goddamn it, Flint,” You answered back. “Must you feel the need to make an arse out of yourself? Not acknowledging the fact that you already are one.”

“I hear the mutterings of a little bitch,” he retorted. He then barked jeeringly.

“See this, right here?” You said. “If you squint really hard and tilt your head just a tad, you’ll find the words ‘I don’t give a shit’ splayed across my forehead. See it yet?”  He slumped back down onto the bench just as everyone got up to prepare for the morning periods. Neville grabbed your hand as a way to keep you from leaving. “Just a sec, Y/n. I wanted to thank you. So, um...thank you.” You chuckled at the sight of Neville’s clearly flushed face. “You’re very welcome, Neville Longbottom.” You innocently kissed his cheek and left.

Tom Riddle: Your Patronus entered his Hogwarts train compartment.

You have always been advanced for your year and decided to show off a little. So, on your way to Hogwarts, you showed your Patronus to your friends. A(n) (animal) sprouted from your wand as pranced around the compartment, occasionally landing on one of your friend’s heads. Giggles and praise filled the small compartment as the (animal) did a few back flips in the air.

Without your knowledge, however, the compartment door was ajar. Seeing as how your Patronus can have a mind of its own, it swiftly slipped out of the compartment.  You tried following the wispy blue trail your Patronus left as it raced around the train, ultimately leading you to a compartment near the front. You heard a few noises of frustration originating from the cabin. When you arrived at the compartment, you saw the ever cynical Tom Riddle being smothered by your (animal). “Ugh, what is this creature doing in my compartment, L/n?” Tom sneered. “I would assume that since you know to know how to conjure a Patronus, you could control it as well. Perhaps I thought too highly for a Hufflepuff.”

“Ah, I do believe that thinking highly of me was the best choice you’ve ever made, Riddle.” You retorted smugly. He rolled his eyes and went out about the nuisance your (animal) was for disrupting his reading. Upon analyzing his face, you swear you saw a bit of blush across his cheeks. You finally ended the conversation with an “Until next time, Tommy boy,” which seriously got him worked up, even though he secretly loved how cheekily you said it.

Draco Malfoy: He paid for you on a Hogsmeade trip.

“Oh, Merlin. I forgot my Galleons in the dorm.” You pouted to your best friend. This had been your first field trip of Hogsmeade, so naturally, the excitement of going resulted in you leaving your money in the Slytherin girls dorm. “D’you have any on you, F/n?”

“Sorry, mate. Spent ‘em all in Zonko’s. Maybe...I can ask someone else to pay for you?” F/n suggested. You shook your head, saying that asking someone else would be too embarrassing for you. “Nonsense,” F/n urged. They left their place alongside you to seek out anyone willing to pay for you. They stopped and one specific place and got to chatting with a tall bloke who didn’t seem that interested. You turned back around to face the cashier when the familiar glint of coins appeared in the corner of your eye. Your now excited friend came back to your spot, explaining that the “ever so handsome Draco Malfoy offered to pay for your treats.” Soon after you exited the shop, you waited a bit until Draco came out. He stopped directly in front of you. “Is there a problem, L/n?” he snapped. “None whatsoever, Malfoy. In fact, I’d like to thank my generous donor. So, thank you, Malfoy.” You remarked with gratitude. “Oh, shut up, L/n,” Malfoy spat, trying and failing to hide the blush spread across his face. You said your goodbyes and went your separate ways. A wave of serotonin started from in your mind and made its way through the rest of your body.

A/N: Finally, it’s done. Merlin, that took forever.

Sorry

Hi! So I’m sorry I haven’t been posting. School is kicking my ASS. I promise I’ll try and post.

Good Omens Preferences: Species and What Side They Would Be On

A/N: Good Omens bitch

A.J. Crowley: Demon (Demon) and on the side that wants the war

A.Z. Fell: Angel (Virtue) and on the "Armageddon't" side

Anathema Device: Psychic Medium(Human) and is on no side

Newton Pulsifer: Angel(Principality) and on the "Armageddon't" side

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Harry Potter Preferences: Blood Type and House

Hello my little dumplings, this is my first post so please don’t bully me I know it’s bad. I will be writing for: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, the Weasley twins, Neville, Tom, and Draco. The men and mauraders will be written in a separate post.

Harry Potter: Half-Blood and Ravenclaw

Ron Weasley: Muggleborn and Hufflepuff

Fred Weasley: Pureblood and Slytherin

George Weasley: Half-Blood and Gryffindor

Neville Longbottom: Muggleborn and Gryffindor

Tom Riddle: Pureblood and Hufflepuff

Draco Malfoy: Half-Blood and Slytherin

LOL that was bad I’m so sorry. If you enjoyed it then I am concerned for your health, but no worries! I’ll just post again. Parting is such sorrow, my little dumplings!

Harry Potter Men & Mauraders Preferences: Blood Type and House (Edited)

Includes: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Barty Crouch Jr., Newt Scamander, Charlie Weasley, and the Mauraders (Not Peter tho because he deserves no love🙄)

A/N for the sake of ages, we are going to assume that y/n graduated already for the men imagines and is still in school for the mauraders (sorry people who prefer age difference)

Lucius Malfoy: Pureblood and Ravenclaw

Severus Snape: Muggleborn and Gryffindor

Barty Crouch Jr.: Pureblood and Hufflepuff

Newt Scamander: Muggleborn and Slytherin

Bill Weasley: Half-blood and Gryffindor

James Potter: Halfblood and Gryffindor

Sirius Black: Pureblood and Slytherin

Remus Lupin: Muggleborn and Ravenclaw

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