Fred~ Set in your third year.

Your P.O.V.

"Come on Hermione, can you please come with me. I really want to go, but I need you there," I pleaded in the library.

"On one condition, you have to tell him how you feel tonight. I don't care when, but you have to tell him tonight," she packed up her books.

I felt heat rise up to my face, I gulped, "F-fine, let's just go."

*time skip to later on in the party*

"Let's play Seven Minutes In Heaven, a muggle game," Hermione suggested.

After she explained how to play, we each put something of ours into a bag. One bag for girls and one for boys. I put in my black scrunchie, my hair fell down but whatever, it's not like he likes me back anyway.

Fred's P.O.V.

She put her scrunchie in the bag, letting her shoulder length, blonde hair falling down. She made it look even cuter by running her hand through it and messily side parted it.

George elbowed me in the side, I turned to him. Apparently, he caught me staring and he winked and laughed at me. I pushed him and turned away, a blush spread across my face as I looked back to her. 

Then, the girls' bag was shoved in my face by a very over excited Hermione. I reached inside and felt something velvety. I picked it and pulled it out.

It was...

Your P.O.V.

...my scrunchie. 

Fred pulled my scrunchie out. The odds, and my luck. Before I stepped into the closet, Hermione pulled me aside.

"You have to tell him, remember, it would be best if you did it in there, okay?"

I nodded, Fred had already went in. Once I was about to turn around, but Hermione and George had pushed me in, making me stumble. I had braced for impact with the floor.

Fred's P.O.V.

She, all of the sudden, was pushed into the room and started falling to the floor. I swiftly went to catch her before she fell completely onto the floor. 

Your P.O.V. ( sorry for all of the p.o.v. changes)

I felt strong arms securely around me and someone's breath on my face. My eyes were still closed.

"Seven minutes starting now!"Hermione yelled.

"Are you okay y/n, you almost took quite a tumble there," Fred spoke.

I peeked opened one of my eyes, and his face was maybe no more than five inches away from mine. I blushed and stood up. "Yeah, I'm fine, I think Hermione just pushed me in here, or I just tripped."

I laughed and then realized where we were. A small closet. My eyes widened and my head started pounding. I backed against the wall and my chest became tighter with every breath.

"Y/n are you okay? You look pale, and, in pain?" Fred asked, stepping closer.

My hands started to tremble and I slid down the wall, tears stinging in my eyes. I could barely breath.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" he said a bit louder. 

I shook my head 'no' as my whole body started to tremble. Tears were slipping from my eyes and I was audibly having trouble breathing. My vision became blurry.

He looked startled and he knelt down to my level. I pulled my knees up to my chest and held unsteady breaths and tears spilled onto my cheeks.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n look at me," he grabbed my shoulders. "Look at me, it's going to be fine. You just need to breathe. Breathe with me okay."

I nod. He starts to take deep breaths in and out and my breathing finally evened out. I still had chest and head pains. The blurriness in my eyes had went away. He was sitting in front of me with his hands gently placed on the sides of my face.

Without thinking, I leaped up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and nestled my face into his neck. 

Fred's P.O.V.

I was taken aback by her actions, but soon enough I had wrapped my arms securely around her and held her tight against my body.

"I like...

Your P.O.V.

you y/n."

"I like you too Fred," I let out.

Soon enough, the door opened and Hermione found us in each others arms. She giggled until we pulled away and she saw what state I was in.

"What happened y/n?" she asked.

"She started having a claustrophobia attack from the small room. She's okay now," Fred answered for me.

"Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry, I didn't know!" she apologized. "Did you at least do what you promised?"

I nodded yes and she squealed. We walked out and Fred dragged me with him sitting on a couch together. He held me by the waist. 

*time skip to when Hermione is in the closet*

Fred turned me to face him and held me close. "What did she mean by 'did you at least do what you promised'?"

I blushed. "We promised that if she came with me here, I would tell you that I liked you."

"Well, you look tired, come here," he held his arms out as an invitation.

I crawled over to him and laid on his chest, he wrapped his arms around my body.

My eyes felt heavier with every blink.

"Y/n?"

"Hm," I hummed looking into his eyes.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, that sounds like a lovely idea," I laid my head back down on his chest and fell asleep.

"You're right, that does sound like a lovely idea doesn't it."

George~ Set in your fifth year.

your P.O.V.

I snuck off with George to the Room of Requirement. We had gotten a cozy loft room with a bed against the wall (picture above). We sat in two chairs and hung out for a while. We started asking each other questions about each other.

"Y/n, what's your favorite color?" he asked.

"Y/f/c. How many times have you switched rolls with Fred?" I laughed at my question.

"Too many to count," he leaned back and laughed. "Can I ask you something more personal?"

I thought about it and nodded. 

"Do you like anyone?"

I blushed  and hesitantly answered. "Yeah."

"Who is it?" he asked looking at me.

"It'll be hard to admit it," you rubbed your arm and looked down towards your feet," because he's in here with me."

Since we weren't sitting across from each other, he was sat beside me looking straight ahead, as were you. He had his eyes closed until you said that. His eyes opened wide.

"It's fine if you don't feel the same way, I just wanted to tell you. I felt that you needed to know," I turned my back to rest on the armrest, with my back facing him. My knees were pulled up to my chest and my feet on the cushion of the chair.

"Who said that I didn't feel the same?" he spoke up.

I flipped around slowly and rested my head on the armrest. My knees laid toward the back of the seat and I crossed my arms.

I shrugged. "It's just that, you didn't really answer and your eyes went wide, I took that as a bad sign."

"Well you know, I like someone too."

"And who would that be?" I asked.

"Katie Bell," he said.

I curled up into a smaller ball on the cushion. "That's nice to know."

George's P.O.V.

I could tell that she took me seriously. I felt bad. I got up and walked over to the chair where she laid in a curled up ball. 

I rested my chin on the side of her stomach. "I was only joking you know, I like you too."

She turned around in the chair and looked at me dead in the eyes. I could see that she was silently crying. "You mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it y/n," I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea," she whispered.

Oliver~ Set in your second year.

Your P.O.V.

There was a Quidditch match this weekend, Hufflepuff versus Slytherin.

"Hey, y/n," someone called down the hallway.

I stopped and turned to see Oliver Wood jogging towards me.

"Yes Oliver?"

"Would you like to go to the Quidditch match with me? We can root for Hufflepuff if you want?"

"That sounds fun, yeah, I'll go!" you smiled.

"Okay, I'll meet you outside the Great Hall on Saturday after breakfast," he jogged away.

*time skip to Saturday morning*

I put on my favorite Hufflepuff inspired outfit that I borrowed from my friend, Author~chan, in Hufflepuff. (YEAH, we're friends now! Good luck.) 

(That is your outfit^^^^^^^^^^^^^)

I waited outside the Great Hall for Oliver. When I saw him, I waved him over. He walked over to me and hugged me.

"Thank you for coming. You look, great. Really rooting for Hufflepuff, aren't you?" he laughed.

"Yeah I asked my friend for an outfit, she kind of over did it a bit," you laughed. 

"Hey can I talk to you in private before we leave?" he asked.

"Sure, we can talk over there," you walked together into an empty hallway. "What do you want to tell me?"

"It's just that I really like you y/n, I was wondering if this could be like our first date?" he said.

"Aw, that's so cute. Yes this can be our first date. Hm, a Quidditch game as out first date, who would have guessed," you laughed. "And just so you know, I like you too."

Neville~ Set in second year.

Your P.O.V.

"Neville, can you help me with my herbology?" I asked.

"Yeah, what do you need help with?" he looked at you.

"The purpose for mandrakes, I understand everything else, but not their purpose," you said.

"Oh, they are used to reverse someone who's been petrified."

"Thank you, Neville," you said to him.

"Can I ask you a question now?" he asked daringly.

"Sure, shoot it," you leaned back.

"Do you like anyone?" I raised an eyebrow at his question.

"Yeah actually, I do" I avoided eye-contact as my face grew red.

"Who?" he asked leaning forward in his seat.

"Well, he's in Gryffindor, our year, brown hair and he's great at herbology," I told him looking down.

"So, you like me?" he blushed.

I nodded. "Yeah, I like you."

"Well, I like you too, want to be my girlfriend?"

I nodded my head. I gathered my things. "Want to walk me back to my house? We can talk the way there."

"Yeah, that sounds great," he started to get up and gather his things as well.

A/N: I had little to no inspiration for Neville, but I do like how it turned out. My favorite one of this part is probably Fred's. I just really like it. And from now on, the friends are either going to be me, Author~chan, or y/b/f/n, your best friend's name.