Teen Wolf Preferences:

Teen Wolf preferences:

Their favourite outfit on you: (part 1)

Stiles:

Scott:

Derek:

Jackson:

Harry Potter preferences...

How you meet:

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Harry:

Regular P.O.V:

You and your best mate Hermione are walking through the Hogwarts Express trying to help your new friend Neville find his toad but you didn't seem to be having much luck, you come to a stop at a compartment with two boys, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." "No." The ginger boy says. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see them." Hermione loves seeing someone do magic.

Your P.O.V:

But right now I just feel completely awkward standing here, I really wish she'd hurry up. "Aghhhemm. Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" I couldn't help but let out a slight giggle, there is no way that's a proper spell and judging by the fact the rat didn't change colour I can tell I'm right. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example..." Hermione goes over and sits across from the young boy with glasses. She points her wand at his glasses and his tenses, he looks a little frightened, blesses him. "Oculus Reparo." The glasses, which noseband is battered, are repaired. The boy takes them off, amazed. "That's better, isn't it? Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)...and you are...?" I give a small wave and they wave back, Now that I too realise he is Harry Potter, I become a little shy. The ginger boy speaks with a full mouth. "I'm...Ron Weasley." Hermione is a little grossed out that he speaks with a full mouth and frankly so am I. "Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She says and gets up and leaves then come back and look at Ron. "You've got dirt, on your nose, by the way, did you know? Just there." She points to where the dirt is and I can't help but giggle, Ron scratches his nose, embarrassed. "Bye, guys pleasure to meet you," I say walking away smiling and continuing to help find Neville's toad.

Ron:

Your P.O.V:

It's my first year at Hogwarts and I'm standing in the front waiting to be sorted into a house, I can't help but feel nervous I really hope I get into Slytherin, If I don't my parents will more than likely disown me. "(Y/N) Malfoy" Professor McGonagall shouts. I make my way to the front and all I can do is hope I'm in Slytherin. I look at my older brother by a year Draco and he looks back at me hoping the same as I. "Gryffindor." The sorting hat shouts, I'm not disappointed but I feel ashamed and like my family are going to do nothing but resent me for this, I make my way to the Gryffindor table and sit next to a ginger boy who I assume is a Weasley. "Hi, I'm Ron... Ron Weasley." I guess he was so busy stuffing his face he didn't hear my name being called, hmm oh well. "(Y/N)... (Y/N) Malfoy" I say feeling a little sad. "You're a Malfoy??? I'm guessing that's why you don't look too happy about being in Gryffindor." Ron says, and he's right I'm not happy, not happy at all. "Yeah, but I'll get used to it," I say wishing that I do get used to it because from now on this is more than likely the place I'll be spending my days every holiday.

Draco:

Regular P.O.V:

You've known Draco since you were ten, you had moved to his neighboured just before your tenth birthday and your mother was throwing you a party which was more for her than you honestly. When the party day arrived you stayed downstairs for about half an hour and made your way back to your room. About an hour later a young blonde haired boy had made his way into your room, he hadn't noticed you at first, that was until you spoke. "Ahem, may I ask why you're in my room?" He turned around shocked, and you couldn't help but let out a slight giggle. "I-I..." "Let me guess hiding from everyone?" and he nodded...

Your P.O.V:

"Thought so, me too... I'm (Y/N)... (Y/N/) (Y/L/N)." I smiled at him, he looked so peculiar with his bright blonde hair. "Draco... Draco Malfoy... And wait isn't this your party? How come you're not down stair with everyone else?" I couldn't help but laugh at him, he was confused as to why I was laughing though. "You sure do ask a lot of questions. And yes this is supposed to be my party but my mother is more bothered about herself than me so I left and decided to leave her to do whatever it is she wanted. Anyway, there's a spare bedroom down the hall, second door on your right if you want to hide there." I said smiling at him. "Thank you, (Y/N)... You're a real hero." I couldn't help but aww and laugh at the same time, and I couldn't help but think that I and he would be great friends no matter what.

Neville:

Your P.O.V:

I made my way through the Hogwarts Express finding my way into an empty compartment. Not too long after a young boy about my age stepped into my compartment. "H-H-Hi, h-have yous-seen a tt-toad by a-any c-chance? I lost m-mine." I couldn't help but think how adorable he was and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was stuttering. "No, I'm sorry I haven't sorry... But I can help you look if you like?" I smiled nicely at him. "O-oh yes please, tt-that would be great. T-thank y-you. I-I'm Neville Longbottom by the w-w-way." He beamed at me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Pleasure to meet you." I shook his hand politely, and we went on our way to find his toad.

Seamus:

Your P.O.V:

I have just arrived at Hogwarts and I'm now waiting at the steps for Professor McGonagall to return. All of a sudden a young blonde boy starts speaking, "It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." And the students start whispering among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle" He nods to his dimwitted sidekicks "and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." The ginger boy snickers at his name. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. We'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." And he extends his hand towards who I assume is Harry Potter. "How about you leave them alone Draco," I say making my way through the crowd. "And who are you?" He asks me quite rudely. "Why would I tell you? You're nothing but an arrogant fool, and honestly, I think Harry is able to pick his own friends unlike you... I have a feeling Daddy paid for them to be your friends." All the students start whispering again, they're all shocked at the fact that I spoke my mind and insulted a Malfoy. "My father will hear about this." I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh please do tell, I'd love to give him a piece of my mind too, for raising his kid to be nothing but a complete imbecile." He walked away with a face full of anger and to be honest that just made my day, I then made my way back to another end of the crowd. Suddenly, a boy with short brown hair came to me. "I can't believe you spoke to Malfoy like that, you're pretty fearless aren't ya." He spoke with a strong Irish accent. "Well I don't back down from someone who's so stupid and thinks he can make fun of anybody and get away with it, it's not something I'll tolerate." I grinned at him as I said that. "I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnigan... May I ask your name?" "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet you." I smiled holding out my hand for him to shake, and he gladly obliged.

Fred:

Regular P.O.V

You've been at Hogwarts for a month now and today you were heading to detention which you received because a girl next to you was talking and when Professor McGonagall turned round to check who it was the girl blamed it on you, which you weren't very pleased about and you swore to get her back with an amazing prank. But for now detention had to come first, you reached the class and saw your aunt mima stood at the front of the class and a pair of twins sat at the front desk.

Your P.O.V

"Hello Aunt Mima, sorry I'm late... What do I have to do?" I say as nicely as I can because right now I really don't feel like being here. "Well, sweetheart you'll writing lines, now boys be nice to (Y/N) while I'm gone." And away she walked. "So Professor McGonagall is your Aunt?" One of the twins spoke. "Yep," I said not really engaged in the conversation. "What're you in detention for then?" Again with another question I thought. "Because a girl was talking in class, and she blamed it on me. But she's going to regret it trust, imma get her back big time." I said rather confidently. "Oooh I like the sound of that, what're ya planning on doing, pulling a prank?" he said rather intrigued in what I had just said and his brother seemed rather intrigued too because he turned to look at me, and watching me waiting for me to reply. "You sure do ask a lot of questions... And yes a prank, how else?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Fair point, I'm Fred by the way, Fred Weasley... And this is George, George Weasley." Really... I think to myself, really. "George, A Weasley... I never would have thought... It's not that you too like a like or anything... I'm (Y/N) McGonagall, nice meeting ya Fred and George." After that, we all just burst out laughing. This was the making of a beautiful friendship.

George:

Regular P.O.V:

You're a year younger than George and didn't really meet him until you tried out for Quidditch, you loved playing ever since you were a kid. You made the team and you met George at your first practice, you were sat mocking everyone because they were being so boring and you just wanted to have fun. Suddenly a ginger boy who looks about a year older sat next to you.

Your P.O.V:

"What are you doing?" He asked. "Mocking everyone, isn't it obvious?" I couldn't help but giggle ever so slightly. "No, haha I mean why? Are you bored or something?" I couldn't help but smile that he finally figured it out, especially since it's a little obvious I'm bored haha. "Yes it's because I'm bored, this game is supposed to be fun and this whole thing has been a complete drag, we've been here twenty minutes and we haven't even started yet... Oh, excuse me for not introducing myself. I'm (Y/N) Lovegood. You are?" I asked wondering who this stranger could be, I've seen him around I just don't know his name. "George Weasley, and to be honest I'm bored too so let's mock people together." I laughed so hard at the fact that he wanted to mock people along with me. After I finished laughing I wiped away the tears that had formed from me laughing so hard. “Ok then." I agreed and we started to mock people and it was so much funnier and better now that I had someone doing it along with me. I couldn't help but feel really happy when I'm around him, I think I've officially found myself a new best friend.

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How you meet: (part 1)

Stiles:

Your P.O.V:

I was sat at home bored out of my mind not knowing what to do, everything just seemed to bore me no matter what I did, but what do you expect a new girl in town to do when she has no friends. Finally, I decided I'd get dressed and go out and explore the town they call Beacon Hills.

"Mum, Dad, I'm off out... I'll be back later." I said.

"Ok hun, be careful!" My mum spoke in her usually soft tone.

"I will do, I love you." and with that, I was out the door. All I did after that was walk and walk for ages, there didn't seem to be much in this little town and in my opinion that's a pretty good thing, I rounded the corner and umphhh.

"Woahh." and with that, I was sat on the ground, urgh my bum hurts, that was so painful... Anyway, I look up to see how I could have managed to fall on the floor, I mean I know I can be clumsy and all but not the point I literally turn around and land on the floor for nothing. So, when I looked up to see how it could have happened, I notice a young boy around my age staring down at me, huh... He's kinda cute, his buzz cut hair, sweet smile, deep brown eyes which I could instantly get lost in...

"Are you gonna help me up or keep staring at me as you've never seen a girl before?" I spoke a little different than I usually do, but can you blame me, he wouldn't stop staring...

"Uhmmm, yeah, y-yeah... Sorry, I w-wasn't looking where I-I was g-going. Sorry." he spoke quietly, he seemed to be a little scared. Hmmm, I wonder why? He held his hand out and pulled me up towards him in which caused me to fly up and collide into him, either I was a lot lighter than he thought or he was a lot stronger than I thought...

"Errrm, thank you... My names (Y/N), nice to meet you." I felt a lot more confident and relaxed when I spoke to him, unlike any other boy I've ever been around...

"I-I'm Stiles, Stiles Stilinski... Nice shirt by the way..." (You're wearing a Batman shirt.)

"Errrm, thanks... Well, I gotta go, It was nice bumping into you..." And with that I walked off with a slight smile on my face, hopefully, I'll be seeing him again pretty soon.

Scott:

3rd person P.O.V:

You were sat down on the benches at the Lacrosse Field waiting for your father to finish coaching, that's right, you're coaches daughter. You've just recently moved back in with him since you have been living abroad in England with your mother, she recently got a job for a movie or something, you don't remember you weren't even listening to her, but now here you are living with your dad because she was going to be gone for a year and didn't want you to miss out on school. Also, did I mention the Lacrosse practice hasn't even started yet... It's so boring waiting you thought, but oh well you wanted to get some food with your dad and catch up on old times so it was worth the wait. While you were waiting, you saw a couple of the boys running towards the field, you ended up locking eyes with one of the "Woah" you spoke out loud without even realising it, but what can you say he's a hottie. He started smiling at you, it was a little crooked but it was still contagious and you couldn't help but smile back. Finally, your dad came out with the rest of the boys, you thought they were all quite good looking but you couldn't keep your eyes of number eleven the whole practice, as soon as practice was over you went towards your father and see how much longer he would be but he was in the middle of a conversation with number twenty-four and well I'll be damned, number eleven, you couldn't help but watch him as he spoke to your dad, what can you say he has quite the charm when he speaks... Anyway, eventually, your dad turned around and noticed you were stood there, "Oh, hey sweetie. I won't long just need to get everything packed up. I'll be out in five minutes." he spoke, softly. The boys were shocked at his soft tone because they were so used to his loud, sarcastic behaviour. With that, your dad walked off back into the school, while you began to walk towards the benches. "Wait, I'm Scott, Scott McCall... I've never seen you around here before, are you new?" You couldn't help but laugh at his baldness, "Well, Scott, Scott McCall, I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) Finstock, and I guess you could say I'm new to the school, but not to the town, I've just moved back..." you said eager to know this boy and see where the conversation leads but... " McCall, GET YOUR ARSE IN THE SHOWERS AND QUIT FLIRTING WITH MY DAUGHTER!" *mental face-palm right now* Anywho, how embarrassing is that he's so annoying when he does that sort of stuff, you could feel the crimson red burning in your cheeks. "COMING COACH! Well, I guess I'll see you around (Y/N)." You nodded gently and with that, he walked away. "See you around Scott." You whispered to yourself. This is going to be fun...

Derek:

3rd person P.O.V:

You've just recently moved to a new town well known as Beacon Hills and what better way to explore than go for a jog through the town, so that's what you did. It was 3 pm and you were so bored, that running was the only thing you could think of doing to get your mind off of the move and explore the town quicker, you got dressed and out the door, you went. You checked your watch and it's now 5 pm and you figured a good way to get home quicker would be through the forest as you noticed it was close to your home and there was an entrance near where you were, so why wouldn't you be able to cut through there. As you were running through the forest you felt as though someone or something was following you, you stopped and turned to check to see if there was anyone was there but nothing. You carried on with your run and after half an hour you realised you had gotten lost and that's when you ran into him, he felt like a brick wall... He was tall, muscular, with a mysterious persona about him, and what you could tell of in the dark is mighty fine. You snapped out of your daydream realising he was saying something to you,

"I'm sorry, what?" You spoke a little embarrassed.

"I said, are you ok? You seem lost." He spoke softly as though it was a foreign concept for him to speak in,

"Erm, yeah I am, I thought this would be a quicker way home but obviously I have to make sure I know my way first." You laughed for the first time in a long while.

"Ok, I can give you a ride home? If you want?" He spoke unsure of whether or not you'd think he's a creep or not after all you did bump into him in the woods.

"Ugh. Umm. Y-yeah, I mean sure... But only if I get your name first." You spoke with the biggest amount of curiosity as to whether he would tell you not.

"Oh, I'm Derek"

"Nice meeting you Derek, I'm (Y/N)."

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How you meet: (part 2)

Jackson:

3rd Person P.O.V:

Let's just say you were new to Beacon Hills High.

This would be your fourth school in the space of two months, don't get me wrong you liked your other schools, but your mother just wouldn't stop moving, she never seemed to find the right place for you both to live. Hopefully, this time will be the last time moving, it's always hard when you start a new school. Anyway, you had just arrived at school and decided to head straight in to find the office, which turned out to be quite easy to find.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new student. I was wondering if I would be able to get my schedule please." You spoke softly, hoping that you'd get your schedule as quickly as you could.

"Oh, yes. Here you go, dear." The elderly women at the desk spoke in a nice welcoming tone.

"Thank you." After receiving your schedule you made your way to your lesson, bumping into someone on the way,

"Oh god, I'm sorry." You spoke sincerely, hoping whoever it was wouldn't get offended.

"Yeah, you better be..." He spoke with anger laced in his voice.

"You know what, I take it back, I'm not a sorry arsehole. Oh and do yourself a favour, take yourself on a trip to Oz and find a goddamn heart, because you're in desperate need of one." And with that, you walked away to find your lesson. Finally, you arrived at your lesson Biology. Gladly, you weren't late.

"So, the class we have a new student, would you like to introduce yourself." Asked your teacher.

"Umm, yeah sure. I'm (Y/N), I'm originally from (Your hometown) and this is my fourth school in the past two months. That's about it."

"Ok, thank you (Y/N). Take a seat please." You walked to your seat and ended up sitting behind the guy you bumped into earlier. He turned you with the biggest smirk on his face,

"Hi, I'm Jackson." He spoke like he was about to win the lottery by getting you to flirt back. But to his surprise your reply was...

"And I don't care. You're a jerk, who thinks he's better than everyone else, so do me a favour turn around and don't look at me again, ok, thanks. Bye." You were a challenge, but he loved it.

Isaac:

3rd Person P.O.V:

You had seen Isaac around a lot in school and he lived over the road from you. But the one thing is he had never noticed you, until today. Oh, so you thought. You were walking towards your house when you heard yelling and banging coming from inside Isaac's house, you didn't know what to make of it. You stayed frozen in your spot, wondering what might be happening, and whether or not Isaac was alright or not. You see after seeing Isaac around so many times you slowly started to develop feelings for him, which he, of course, would never know. A loud thud brought you back to reality you looked up to see Isaac sat on his porch crying. You decided you'd walk up to him to see if he was alright, as you got to him and touched his shoulder you saw him flinch in fear and as he moved you saw the big bruise forming on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I saw you crying and was wondering if you were ok," you spoke with the most angelic voice hoping not to upset him further.

"I-I-I'm f-fine. I-It's nothing." His trembling voice spoke.

"It's ok not to be ok. If you want you can come to sit in my house with me, you don't have to tell me anything, but you look like you could use a shoulder to cry on and I'd be happy to be that shoulder if you'd let me."

"Umm, y-yeah, yeah the-that would b-be nice... thank you. I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac spoke, gaining his courage with each word he said.

"Your most welcome, and I know. I'm (Y/N)." you let out a little giggle.

"Really? You know who I am?" He smiled, for the first time in a long time.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? Your Isaac Lahey, the mysterious and misunderstood guy, who's also extremely good-looking." You spoke with an embarrassed laugh. He laughed along with you and for the first in forever he genuinely felt happy and with you saying he was good-looking not only made his day but his entire year.

"Thank you, and I know who you are too, also you're not so bad your self." He spoke with total honesty.

"Thank you." You spoke, while a red tint formed its way on your cheek, and knowing that Isaac did notice you made your stomach swirl and your heartbeat at a thousand miles per hour.

Peter:

His P.O.V:

I was sat on the couch at Derek's loft waiting for him to return from whatever it was he was up to when he walked through the door with the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. I don't know what it was but the minute I look into her eyes I felt an instant connection, could it be? Have I found my mate, I can smell that she's a werewolf, so what I'm feeling must mean that she is my mate... I wonder did she feel the same connection as I? I must make a move before she has the chance to leave without me at least introduce myself.

"Hmm, Derek... Did you bring me a present? She is rather delightful." Yes, Peter, you've still got it.

"Don't even think about it, Peter." Hmph, whatever, like I'm going to listen to old grumpypants.

"My name is, Peter... Peter Hale. Who might you be?" Hmmm, I bet her name is as beautiful as she is. Oh. My. God. What is happening to me. I'm going soppy.

"My name is (Y/N)... (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a pleasure to meet you, Peter Hale." Ohhh, darling, the pleasure is all mine. Pfft, I can't say that.

"It's a pleasure for everyone who sets foot before me." Wow, Peter nice going.

"Yeah, and you're a jerk. So, I take back it is a pleasure meeting you." Great Peter, you've messed up big time, oh great she's leaving.

And she's gone. Crap!

Harry Potter preferences...

His favourite outfit on you:

Harry:

Ron:

Draco:

Neville:

Seamus:

Fred:

George:

Harry Potter preferences...

His favourite Gif of you:

Harry:

He loves that you're so photogenic and he loves seeing you smile.

Ron:

He loves that you eat just as much as him. He also loves how comfortable you are with yourself and how you don't care what others think.

Draco:

He loves watching you doing your little dances when your bored he thinks you look so cute when you do them.

Neville:

He thinks you look so adorable when you do things like this... He can't help but smile along with you.

Seamus:

He loves how you don't let anyone step all over you... He like that you're not afraid of anyone even the Malfoy's.

Fred:

He loves the fact that every time he turns to look at you, you get all shy and he finds it so cute when you're shy.

George:

He thinks you have such a cute yet crazy side and he loves it so much.