Harry: You loved photography. You took pictures of everything. You'd never really shown anyone, though, in fear of people not thinking your photos were very good. So, when you walked into your dormitory one day to find Harry sat on your bed, flicking through your portfolio which you'd stupidly left out on your bed, you panicked a little. Not only because someone was looking through all your photos, but also because you had way too many pictures of Harry in there.

"These are amazing, Y/N," Harry claimed once he realised you'd walked into the room, "Did you take these yourself?" You just nodded, waiting for him to say something about all the photos of him.

"Wow, I never thought I could look this good." He let out a laugh and you giggled as well.

"You always look good," I shyly stated before adding, "But yes, a good angle and good lighting can do wonders." You bit your lip before nervously asking, "So, you're not creeped out by how many pictures I've taken of you?"

"No, not at all," He shook his head, "I'm flattered, really, and like I said, I look great in them." You let out another giggle, shaking your head at your boyfriend before pecking him on the lips.

Ron: You were a shy person, you didn't always have the courage to say how you were feeling or what you were thinking, so you would write it down. That's how your love for writing started. These days, you had pages and pages of poems, short stories and unfinished novels you dreamed of one day publishing. No one knew about this secret little skill of yours, you never really talked about it because you didn't think it was that big of a deal, and you didn't think anyone would be interested in your amateur works.

One day, you were in your dorm, practically turning it upside down while searching for your poetry book. You prayed that no one had found it and looked through it, as you had some rather personal things about Ron in there. Things like poems about him and love letters you wrote for him but never intended to actually give him.

"Maybe I left it in the common room." You muttered to yourself. Sometimes, when you couldn't sleep, you'd sneak into the common room at night and do some writing. It was the only time you could do that without anyone catching you and trying to read over your shoulder.

As soon as you got to the common room, which was practically empty, you continued your frantic searching.

"Looking for this?" A familiar voice made you whip round and see Ron stood there, a small smirk on his face as he held up the small, brown book. Your eyes widened as you snatched it from him. The one person you never wanted to see your works was the one who found your book, only proving how bad your luck was.

"Um, thanks..." You trailed off, looking anywhere but him as your cheeks went pink, "Did you, um... Did you read anything?"

"A little," Ron admitted, "You're actually an amazing writer."

"Thank you." You bit your lip, smiling at the compliment.

"Yeah, I especially loved the one where you described my eyes as, what was it again? 'Pools of emerald green that you could get lost in forever?'" The smirk on his face grew bigger, causing the redness on your cheeks to grow as well.

"Shut up!" You groaned, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. Ron only chuckled, walking towards you and prying your hands away from your face.

"You're adorable." He grinned, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before pulling you into his chest.

Hermione: Your talent was drawing. You'd been sketching since you were young and you'd always loved it. You only let a few people see your drawings, though.

One day, you were packing up after divination class when one of your drawings accidentally fell out of the notebook you'd kept it tucked away in. Your girlfriend, Hermione picked it up for you since she was sat next to you. You were about to take it from her and say thank you, but your face fell when you realised it was a drawing of her that had escaped. Great, now she probably thinks you're obsessed with her.

"Uh, I-I can explain..." You stammered but when you couldn't think of an excuse you just blurted, "You're just really pretty and I like drawing you, okay?"

Hermione giggled and blushed, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, which made your own cheeks heat up, "You're a really good drawer. I'd love to see the rest of you sketches sometime, can I keep this one?"

"Um, yeah, of course." You nodded and Hermione grinned, kissing your cheek again.

"I think you missed." You bit your lip and smirked at her. She playfully rolled her eyes and smiled before leaning in to kiss your lips.

Ginny: You loved to sing, but you hated doing it in front of other people. You had terrible stage fright and you were afraid people would think you weren't very good. So, it was only when you thought you were alone that you would break into song. Like, for instance, one day when you were in your dorm, which you happened to share with Ginny and some other girls. You were by yourself, folding some laundry and you started absentmindedly singing one of your favourite songs. Your voice got louder and more powerful as you got more into it. As you finished the song, you heard clapping and spun round to see Ginny stood in the doorway of your dorm.

"G-Ginny... How long have you been stood there?"

"Long enough." She smirked, walking over to you, "You have a beautiful voice, by the way. Why have I never heard it before?"

You shrugged, your cheeks turning red, "I'm just shy, I guess."

"Well, you don't need to be shy around me." She promised, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Draco: You were a dancer. You loved all dance, but your passion was ballet. No one at Hogwarts knew you danced, though. You weren't embarrassed about it or anything, it's just no one had ever really asked you about it. One day, you were in the Room of Requirements and since you were by yourself, you started moving to the song stuck in your head. As you finished, you stood still, out of breath after that performance. You suddenly felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and you jumped out of your skin, spinning round to see Draco smirking at you.

"Draco! Bloody hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" You gently hit him in the chest.

"Sorry, babe," He chuckled, "You never told me you could dance."

"You never asked." You shrugged, a smile on your face.

"Well, that was amazing...and hot." He gave you a cheeky grin. You laughed, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's one track mind before you cupped his face and kissed him.