Harry Potter Preferences ♦

#35 When you're afraid

Harry: Your biggest fears had been rejection and the burden of your name since you were sorted into Gryffindor. Harry had a hard time dealing with people's expectations too, so he really understood your fear. 

"Do you know Y/N Y/L/N?" you heard someone whisper as you were making your way to the library. "Nott's cousin. He said she's such a disgrace for their family."

Your eyes widened and you decided to hide behind the wall to hear the conversation.

"You bet she is" another someone said  and you tried to hold your tears "She's a Gryffindor, always hanging out with Mudbloods and blood traitors.."

"Yeah!" The first one approved vigorously, not even minding to keep their voice down "To think that Zabini actually dated  her... Makes me want to vomit, y'know." 

"Did you know she's dating Potter? I wonder what her parents think about that."

"They don't mind, actually." Harry stated casually, winking at you, as he exited the library and found the two Slytherins talking about you.

Not knowing what to answer, the two students quikly ran away, leaving you alone with Harry in the corridor. He went to you and gave you a tight hug while you rested your head on his chest.

"Hey, Y/N, don't be upset." Harry cooed in your ear when he saw you were almost crying. "You don't care what they think, okay?"

"People here, they hate me." You sobbed, shaking a little.

"No they don't" he said soothingly and gently stroked your back and hair. "You know what? People who talk about you do it because their lives are boring and they have nothing else to talk about. Don't let it bring you down."

And since that day, you have never been afraid of other people's judgment or anything like that. 

Ron: You truly feared dogs, especially small ones. It can sound a bit weird but, to your opinion, small dogs are sly and loud. One day, during a summer you spent at the Burrow with Ron, he thought he would be a good idea to take you to the muggle amusement park in Ottery St Catchpole. And it really was a good idea, at least until you saw that old lady with her grand-children and a small poodle. You imediately froze and stared at the dog suspiciously.

"What's wrong, cupcake?" Ron asked you, eating a popsicle and handing you another one. "Don't tell me it's because of this little guy over there?" he mocked you when you didn't answer.

"You shouldn't get too close, Ronald" you warned him as he was walking to the dog to touch it and prove you there was nothing to fear.

The old lady being busy scolding her grand-children who had thougth it would be funny to throw ice cream on the seller to get a free plushie, she didn't see Ron coming towards her. You stood there, watching him get close to the dog and trying to stroke its head, then...

"Ouch! Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed when the dog bit him hard enough to make him bleed.

"I'm so sorry" the lady apologized immediately when she heard him swear. "Toby doesn't really like strangers..."

"You know what?" Ron asked you when you were back to his house and his mother was cleaning the bite. "You were right. Poodles are bloody calamities."

Draco: You weren't really afraid of things, like you didn't have a phobia or anything. But in your seventh year, Draco was given a task by the Dark Lord, and you were so worried for him. The both of you knew that, if Draco was to fail, he would be killed.

"What's wrong, love?" Draco asked when he came into his dorm, completly exhausted and found you waiting for him on his bed.

He joined you on the bed and took you in his arms, laying down with you resting your head on his chest.