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Here's Your "Harry Potter" Boyfriend And A Short Story About Your Relationship

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Let's start off with an easy one: What's your Hogwarts House?

RP time! Imagine one day you were walking around in the rain, and you slipped, getting covered in mud. What would you like to happen?

What do you look for in a guy?

If you found a chest full of unique items, and you could only take one of the items, which one would you choose?

Who's your favorite?

Imagine one day you got a letter saying to meet in the Forbidden Forest at night. To your surprise, you see Neville and he begins to snog you (I know, so unlike him). What would you do?

Would you play Quidditch?

What would you do during a Saturday off at Hogwarts?

Which twin do you perfer?

Which house do you have beef with?

Would you rather be a Malfoy or a Potter?

Which hobby would you most enjoy?

Which one's your favorite class?

Lastly, what would your ideal date be?

During a sunny afternoon as you and your friends are chatting, a bludger comes flying near your group and lands at your feet. You think to yourself, "Somebody will retrieve it," and continue walking with your friends. Then, a red-headed boy with shining brown eyes comes flying towards you. He asks, "Has anybody seen a bludger around here?" You tell him where it landed and retrieve it with him. "You're Fred Weasley, right?" you ask. "No, I'm George! Oh wait, I am Fred. And you are?" "I'm (Your Name)," you reply. "Well, (Y/N), how about joining me on a Hogsmeade trip tomorrow?" Fred asks. "Oh, um sure! Sounds great!" you reply. "Alright, I'll see you then!" he says and flies away, continuing his Quidditch practice with a proud look on his face. At Hogsmeade, you meet up with him at the Three Broomsticks. The two of you spend hours laughing, talking, drinking, eating, and getting to know each other better. Near the end, you and Fred meet up with George Weasley. Fred keeps teasing you in front of George which begins to embarrass you (and gives you butterflies) so you ask him to stop. He childishly replies, "Make me." So without thinking, you kiss him. Fred starts blushing, and then lifts you up against the cobblestone walls. You two are now snogging in the middle of Hogsmeade with George watching and trying not to laugh. 

A couple days later, you and Fred's relationship becomes the talk of the Hogwarts students. Whenever Fred hears people gossiping about your relationship, he kisses you strongly in front of them until they go quiet.

Fred Weasley

It's the beginning of your third year at Hogwarts. You sit in the train in a compartment with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. The four of you chat aimlessly until the train's temperature drops wildly. You and Hermione begin to walk over to the conductor to find out what's going on when the train goes dark, and you two lose each other. You're scared and cold so you try and find George Weasley's compartment which you remember being close by. You feel a warm hand gently move you by the arm into a compartment. "Are you alright, (Your Name)?" you hear George's voice softly ask. "I-I th-think so," you reply, your teeth chattering from the cold. "You must be freezing," George says as he puts his jacket around you. "George! You'll freeze!" you say worriedly. "Shhh, I'm fine. What happened out there? Did you see what was going on?" he asks. "Well, me and Hermione were going to see the conductor to ask them about the temperature drop when we lost each other in the dark. There were many kids falling, their knees going weak. They all seemed so sad, cold, and scared," you explain. "That sounds like Dementors," George replies. "What are those?" you ask. "Dementors are awful creatures that suck the joy out of people, like Umbitch – I mean, Umbridge." You let out a slight chuckle. "How would these Dementors even get onto the Hogwarts Express?!" you ask, a bit worried. "I have no clue," George replied bluntly. The two of you cuddle on the compartment seat, trying to stay warm and waiting for the dementors to go away. You then see an astonishing bright light and everything goes back to normal. You return George's jacket and talk for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts. Fred saw all this and asks if you two are now a thing. George thinks about this and looks at you. He then nods his head, and you nod yours, amazed by his sparkling eyes. A couple days later, after George's team won the Quidditch match, the two of you were flying around carefree and laughing when you hear someone scream. Apparently, Sirius Black has broken into Hogwarts and destroyed the Fat Lady Portrait and tried to attack students in Gryffindor Tower. Sirius Black is known as a murderous criminal yet Headmaster Dumbledore seemed strangely calm with this news. Dumbledore moves all the students into the Great Hall to sleep for the night. As everyone is supposed to be sleeping, you wake up to the sounds of laughter. You open your eyes to see Draco Malfoy and his lot stealing from Ron as "a prank". You shake George awake to see this, and the two of you plan a prank to get revenge. After you successfully prank Draco and his friends, the kids at Hogwarts learn not to mess with the two of you or your friends. In the moonlight, after all this Sirius Black chaos has passed, George kisses you deeply, giving you butterflies. Harry and Hermione walk in on you snogging. Harry stares, confused, while Hermione drags him out of the room and closes the door. You and George laugh and continue where you left off.

George Weasley

Draco's scoff was audible as it rang through the empty corridor, echoing in your ears. Your eyes rolling was your only response, and you maintained the same pace so as not to seem intimidated by him. “Oi!” he called, and you cursed the slight fluttering in your stomach at his baritone. “You’re ignoring me now?” he asks. “Shove off. How many times do I have to say that I want nothing to do with you?” you sneer. Another scoff this time, but then his hand wrapped around your arm, effectively spinning you to face him. Inches were the mere breaths between you, and even that seemed too great a distance to describe it. Because he was right there. “You know,” Draco drawled, arrogance stealing his face, “I never took you for a liar.” And the faint smell of mint that was ever-present, ever-promising that it was him, drew you in. “Good thing I'm not lying then,” you said. “C’mon, love. Don't be like that,” he cooed, and you found yourself slowly backed against the wall, his height dwarfing you with ease. You glared, disgust bubbling in your throat. Disgust, for the way his smirk was just crooked enough to be perfect; for the way the slight bobbing of his adam’s apple pleaded for a special sort of attention; for the way firewhisky seemed weak when you had something like this to intoxicate you. And it was that same loathing that had the words tumbling out — aggressive, violent, so much more passionate than you wanted them. The quiet, “I hate you,” before you were yanking at his robes, pulling his lips down to yours. It was fire. Infernos. Embers being shifted, growing to flames; kindle being added as one hand gripped your waist tightly; more and more as the other held your jaw, gently. He then released you from the embrace and stared. Your lungs gasped for air, and thoughts were communicated between eyes, affirmations that would never greet oxygen, for they were too revealing. “I hate you...” you breathed, trying not to imagine the way his lips felt on yours. “...more than...” one more inhale, paired with a near-silent exhale, “...more than you could ever know.” You thought he was going to kiss you again, but you were wrong. Instead, Draco’s lips grazed the shell of your ear, so delicate. “Not as much as I hate you. Unfathomable, the way I feel about you," he said.

And then, there was a clatter down the hall. He smirked, pushing away from you and fixing his tie like nothing happened. His legs were quick as he continued his walk, leaving you to pant with shaking hands. You glared, seething with potent anger. “I hate you,” you repeated after him, as if recurrency was assurance. “I hate you so much.” And all you were left with was a drifting chuckle, lies etched upon the falling sound.

Draco Malfoy

Tom hides a smirk as he watches you twirl around on the bridge that crosses the gap to the other side of the castle. You’re impossibly beautiful, especially with the mid-morning light streaming through the foliage and hitting your frame in a way that seems absolutely ethereal and especially unfair. He’d never say, though. “Did you fail astronomy, too, Tom?” you ask. He tilts his head to the side, allowing his gaze to catch on you for one, casual second. “I never fail," he says. You laugh, and Tom fights to keep the smile from his face.  “You’re so uptight,” you tease, lowering your voice.  “I never fail because I’m Tom Riddle. I’m a mastermind–" you mimic, but your voice cuts off suddenly. Tom frowns, and the words die at his lips. The wood railing behind your back creaks and somehow everything splinters, and you’re falling backwards. "F*ck," you think. Tom lunges forward, his hand reaching out to pull you back. He’s too late. His fingers grab the fabric of your robes, but he’s too slow, and the cloth graces his skin and falls out of reach. Call it impulsive, stupid, even, but he jumps after you. He’s falling now, arms outstretched towards you, willing himself to fall faster. It seems he’s done one thing right. He collides into you midair, the ground approaching quicker and quicker, and the words escape from his lips in a tumbling mess. “Arresto Momentum.” The air cushions the two of you, and Tom’s too aware of how he’s pulling you closer to his chest, and somehow he can’t let go because now his heart decides to beat furiously, and he can’t breathe. What if he hadn’t got to you in time? “What in the world were you thinking?” Tom groans. “Whoa,” you whisper, “I almost died.” Tom’s incredulous when you start laughing. “You fell for me,” you tease, poking him in the chest. “You fell for me. You like me.” “No,” Tom rebutes harshly, his eyebrows knitting. “No, I don’t.” “Nuh-uh,” you retort with a hesitant smile. “You could’ve let me die. I know you would’ve let someone else fall.” Tom scowls. You smile, poking him in the cheek.  “Called it.” “Love isn’t my thing,” he says. “Well, it’s my thing.“ “You’re an idiot.” You blink owlishly, then grin.  “A lovable idiot,” you say. Tom sighs, then finally allows the faintest smile to tug at his lips.  “Don’t fall from bridges again.” he says. You raise an eyebrow. “Please,” Tom grumbles. “Only if you’re there to catch me?” Tom narrows his eyes. “Ok, ok,” you laugh.

Tom Riddle

Sitting down at your house's table in the Great Hall, you grabbed a piece of toast and some butter and jam. There were a few students around but not enough to fill the hall with loud noise. None of your friends were up yet, that's for sure, so you scanned the room to see if your boyfriend, Neville Longbottom, was there. "Who am I kidding? He's probably still asleep too," you thought. But just as you turned to eat your food, Neville entered the great hall. He spotted you and quickly walked over to where you were sitting. "Hello, love," he said, giving you a quick peck on the top of your head before sitting down next to you. "What are you doing here so early?" he asks. His tone is full of amusement, knowing you aren't normally one of the first students to enter the Great Hall so early in the morning. "I could ask you the same thing," you said, giving him a teasing look. "Well, I couldn't really sleep last night. Too excited for holiday, I guess," he responded with a bit of nervousness in his voice. "Well I was rudely interrupted from a wonderful sleep by a disgusting thing called sunrise," you said. The sarcasm in your voice made the two of you laugh slightly. "I'm sorry you didn't get to sleep in," Neville said after the laughter died down. "It's fine. That just means I get to spend more time with you today," you said, nudging him with your shoulder. "By the way, did you ever tell your Gran that Id be visiting the two of you at the lake house?" Neville's grandmother was invited by an old friend to stay with her at her lake house. The lake house was relatively close to where you lived in London, so you'd asked Neville about two weeks ago if you could visit him and his grandmother while they were there. You'd never been to a lake house before, and you wanted to spend your first holiday with him as his girlfriend since you two had got together. You had only been going out since December, but you had been friends since your 1st year. When his grandmother heard the news about the two of you finally becoming an official couple, she was ecstatic. She always believed there was something more between the two of you. Even when you were in your previous relationship with a boy from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic your fourth year, there was always something there but neither of you believed that the other could ever like you in that way. But after you broke up with your ex at the end of your fourth year, the tension between you and Neville was undeniable. It wasn't until the start of 6th year after Neville had an encounter with Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic, and it was revealed that Voldemort had returned that you and Neville had actually acted on your feelings. Now here you are, actually together.

Neville Longbottom

Ron nearly tripped over his own two feet being so caught up in staring at you fondly, his cheek tingling from the kiss you’d pressed there seconds before.“You think they’ll have anything new?” Ron asks, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a teasing smile as he squints against the breeze. “You know, considering we were just there last week," he adds. You tilt your head and bite the inside of your cheek to hide your smile in favor of trying to look annoyed at his statement. But your efforts proved to be futile the more you looked at him. He kissed your cheek and laughed softly against your skin. “Yes, Ron, they always have something new. Besides, it’s tradition after all," you sigh. It was true. Each and every time there was a gloomy day such as this, the bookstore in your little town was always paid a visit should your schedules allow. The two of you would pick out one book each for the other, and should there be two rainy days in a row, you'd go for the sake of browsing with a mug of their hot chocolate.

Ron Weasley

"Hey (Your Name), how are you feeling?" Cedric asks you, concerned. "I'm ok, Cedric. I'm sorry about everything that's happened. You didn't deserve this," you say and sit on a bench in a field in the middle of nowhere, tightly clenching the resurrection stone. "I'm ok. Truly. I'm just happy I get to speak to you again," Cedric says, looking into your eyes. You look at him, feeling sorry. You brought him back using the resurrection stone for your own selfish wants. You didn't even consider Cedric not wanting to be brought back. But after Harry talked about how some ghosts dreaded being brought back, you thought about how much you may be hurting Cedric. "Hey Cedric, did it hurt? Y'know...dying?" you ask, looking down at the stone in your hands. "Well, it was really quick. I don't remember the feeling so well, but I do remember it hurt for a second then everything went away. Like ripping off a band-aid," Cedric replied, lifting your head so you're looking into his shining brown eyes. "Should I not have brought you back?" you ask. Cedric thinks about this for a minute. "Being able to look into your eyes again makes it worth it," Cedric replies, smiling. This makes you feel a lot better. You sigh and the two of you begin to walk to the train station. Another year at Hogwarts with Cedric dead. But at least this time you could talk to him.

Cedric Diggory

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