Harry~ Set up in your first year.

No one's P.O.V.

Once Harry and Ron had found out that Ginny had been petrified and y/n had been put under someone's control, they freaked out. And when I said they freaked out, they were FREAKING OUT!

They had 'un-petra-fied' (if you get that joke, I love you, and I'm sorry) Ginny, she started to ask where y/n was. They told he what had happened and went to go get Lockhart.

*time skip to in the chamber*

Once Lockhart had accidentally obliviated himself, Harry had set off to find y/n. He saw her sprawled out on the ground in front of a wall that resembled a man's face.

He started to run towards her, with his wand in hand. Suddenly he was stopped by a younger version of Tom Riddle.

*time skip after the fight with the Basilisk*

Your P.O.V.

I felt cold and the life draining out of me every second. In a minute or two, I would most likely be dead. Until I heard two people talking, more like one is yelling and the other is talking. I felt something being taken out of my hands.

Harry's P.O.V.

I took the diary from her almost lifeless body with tears in my eyes. Just seeing her in that state made me want to cry.

I held the Basilisk fang above my head and opened the diary and struck down. I pierced through a few pages, I heard the screams of the young Tom Riddle. I flipped a few more pages and repeated this a few more times until he had disappeared.

Once he was gone, I rushed over to y/n's body. Tears were spilling from my eyes at this point.

"I never got to tell you that I liked you" I cried with her in my arms.

"I like you too Harry," a hoarse voice sounded.

I looked down to see y/n with her eyes and skin full of color again. I gasped and pulled her into a large bear hug. I dug my face into the crook of he neck, still crying. After a while she pulled back.

"I really did mean that," she blushed.

Your P.O.V.

I blushed even more at his touch. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

I was at a loss for words and all I could do was nod my head yes and hug him, hiding my face into his chest.

Ron~ Set up in third year.

Ron's P.O.V.

"Come on y/n, just go up to him and tell him that you like him, it's not that hard to do," I overheard Hermione say.

"Easy for you to say, my brother would probably kill him. And I'm not too sure if he likes me back," I then heard y/n become quieter towards the end of her sentence.

Y/n likes someone? Just as I was about to tell he how I feel, I find out she likes someone! I just walk away and go to the Common room, I know that she can't get there.

Your P.O.V.

I searched everywhere for Ron, I couldn't find him anywhere. I went back to Hermione with tears in my eyes.

"He must have gone back to the common room, I can't find him anywhere. He probably heard and is now grossed out about it," I cried into the sleeves of my sweater.

"Hold on, I'll go check and get Harry to check the boy's dorm, okay. I'll be right back, just stay here," she got up to leave and I sniffed.

Since we weren't too far from the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower, I could hear almost everything that went on.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, GET DOWN HERE!!" Hermione yelled.

A few minutes later, Hermione came out without anyone. This made my heart shatter into a million pieces. Then, Harry came out not expecting me to be there crying. He saw me in Hermione's arms, crying into my sweater with my hands covering my face and Hermione rubbed circles on my back.

"What happened sis?" Harry jogged over to us.

"Ron happened," Hermione answered for me.

Just the mention of his name had made me cry harder. I could tell without looking at him, that Harry was enraged beyond words.

"I'll be back in a second. Stay here," Harry stormed off somewhere.

Hermione sat me down on a nearby bench and kept hugging me.

"I knew that he didn't like me back. I should have just gotten over it. I knew that no one would like me, I'm always the second choice for everyone. I don't know how much I can take Hermione, I don't know," I let out.

"Shh. Don't say that, we both know that's not true," she interjected.

"But that's where your wrong, no one likes me Hermione. I'm just known as 'Harry Potter's sister', no one cares about me," I looked at her. "I mean look at me. I'm a crying mess over a guy that I knew didn't like me."

"I like you, quite a bit actually," a voice came from behind me.

I turned to see none other than Ron Weasley standing there.

"I'll leave you two some privacy, I'll see you later in the library?"

"Yeah, I'll be there," you said to her.

Once Hermione left, there was some awkward tension between you two.

"I really do like you, y'know," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

"No you don't, you're just saying that because you can see that I'm crying. It's not really helping you know, it's just making it worse."

"How am I making it worse, y/n?" he asked.

"Because hearing the guy I like saying that they like me after they ran away after finding out I like them on accident, hurts Ron. IT HURTS ME!" I yell the last part letting more tears (if that's possible) fall onto my cheeks.

"So, I'm the guy you like?" he asked blushing a bright pink.

"Yes, you are and it's fine if you don't feel the same way, I'll just leave," I whispered and turned to leave.

He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. "Wait, I really do like you, I really do feel the same way y/n. Please, I'm telling the truth." his voice was soft and quiet.

"I don't kn-" you started.

"You don't and I'm sorry, but I don't want to see tears stain such a beautiful face. You always look so much better when you smile, you're smile could light up the universe if it could," he told me.

I gave him a smile and hugged him around his neck. "I love you so much Ronald Weasley."

"I love you too, y/n Potter." he laughed. "Be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I would be more than happy to be your girlfriend."

Draco~ Set in third year.

Your P.O.V.

Hogsmeade was coming up soon and everyone had a date, except for moi. Even my twin, Ron, got a date, I don't remember who, but he has one.

Much to my luck, Pansy has Draco going with her, which upset me. So, I'm going to just hang out with Harry, as friends of course. We already had plans to go to Honeydukes and The Three Broomsticks during our time there.

*time skip to day of the trip*

Harry and I hung out at Honeydukes for a while, we bought some candy and then left. We then hopped over to The Three Broomsticks. I had the strange feeling that we were being watched the whole day.

*time skip to back at Hogwarts*

I was walking back towards the Slytherin Common Room from saying good bye to Harry when I was pulled out of course to my destination.

I realized that I was pulled into a side closet in the hallway. What was even more shocking is who pulled me in there. I looked up to see a pair of silver eyes looking at me. I could feel a blush rise up to my cheeks.

"Why did you br-" I started to ask.

"You should be the one answering questions," he looked at me. "Why did you go with Potter?"

I looked at him confused. "I went with Harry because neither of us had anyone to go with, and it's not like we went as a couple or anything. Why do you care."

It hurt me so much to talk to my crush like that, but I had to.

"I care because-" this time he got interrupted by me.

"Why would you care? You went with Pansy, she seemed to have a good time," I shot at him.

He sighed and ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair. "I care because, Ilikeyou."

I looked at him wide eyed, a blush rising up to my cheeks quickly. "Y-you like m-m-me?" you stutter out.

"Yeah, kind of," he rubbed the back of his neck.

I looked down to my shoes to try and hide my blush. I put my hands behind my back and stood there in awkward silence.

"I like you too Draco," I whispered, it was barely audible.

"What?" he asked tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I said that I like you too," I said a bit louder.

He took his hand and gently lifted my chin so I would look at him. His sterling silver eyes shined beautifully with the bit of light seeping through the bottom of the door.

"Y/n Weasley, will you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?" he asked looking into my eyes.

"Only if you agree to be my boyfriend," I laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes," he kissed my forehead.

A/N: You know that feeling of you wanting to cry at what you wrote. Well, that happened when I wrote Ron's. There will be a part two to this with Fred, George, Oliver and Neville.