Harry Potter Preferences ♦

#25 First 'I love you'

A/N: lots of previous ones were inapropriate and cheeky, so let's go for something cute and romantic!

Harry: The both of you were equally awkward with saying you loved each other, but you knew you did. A few years of dating him had to be spent before he actually managed to say it. After the battle in the Astronomy tower during your sixth year, when everyone was gathered around Bill's bed in the Hospital wing, Harry took you in his arms. You hummed quietly against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Harry gently stroke your hair and bent down to kiss your forehead.

"I love you." he muttered.

Your grip around him tightened as you murmured that you loved him too.

Ron: You invited Ron over during the summer of your fifth year and his sixth. Your parents agreed for one week, in the condition that you slept in different rooms. Of course, since it was nearly 11 in the morning, you sneaked into the guests room to wake him up.

"Ronald, wake up, we said that we would go swim in the river" you said quietly as you shook him slightly.

Ron snorted and turned in the bed, mumbling something like "don't drown Y/N I love you" in his sleep.

Draco: You weren't the kind to make a big deal about it, but on your first date with Draco, it just didn't feel right. Not that you thought he wouldn't feel the same way or anything. After a few days of dating, you and Draco went into the common room and sat on the couch, Draco wasting no time to snog you again.

"I think I love you." you muttered just loud enough for him to hear when you pulled away. 

"Good" he answered quietly as well, stroking your face gently. "Because I'm convinced I feel the same."

Fred: The both of your were the last ones in the common room as you layed down on the carpets and you were trying to get him doing his homework, just the day after he asked you out. 

"C'mon Fred, it's not that hard!" you sighed for the hundredth time as you hit him playfully with his potion book. "there're hardly more than three uses for the moonstone!" 

Yes, you were one year below him and still knew his classes better than him. He was really hopeless sometimes.

"Easy for you to say." Fred dramatically said. "You don't have an essay about this bloody stone due for tomorow, nor do you have the most beautiful girl in the world in front of you. Plus you have a bloody gift in potions... Actually you've got a bloody gift in everything, maybe that's why I love you so much."

"I love you too, but please focus."

George: The advantage about being a Slytherin, was that every student came home for Christmas break. But, since you were head-girl, all you had to do to stay at school was to pretend that duty called you there. 

"I didn't think Slytherin common room looked like this." George said out of the blue as the both of you were cuddling on a couch.

"What did you imagine?" You smirked, looking up to him. "Darkness, candles, skulls and a few mudbloods to torture?"

George laughed quietly, the sound of his laughter reverbrating through his chest on which your head was resting.

"Something like that." he grinned. "I love you." he added seriously, to which you only hummed in responce. "What was that?"

"What was what?" you asked. "You were not jocking?" You leaned up a bit to kiss his cheek when you noticed his discomfited face. "I love you too, goofball."

Oliver: You and Oliver had been together for a few weeks. You used to sit together for breakfast and Charms class even before you started dating, and there was absolutely no reason to stop. This day's lesson was about the Memory Charm, and you were sure the exam would be about that spell too, so you payed extra attention. That was until Oliver sprawled down on your side of the table to scratch something on your piece of parchment. You raised an eyebrow at him before  reading what he had written : 'I love you ♥'.