I'm writing this after watching all the Starkid musicals and I don't know how to feel bc I keep picturing Draco as that Draco and it's making writing this weird

The gifs I'm sorting through are also making this weird but whatever

Also I got the idea for Sirius' from @Dreamescape101 's Harry Potter Preference book - specifically George's in the chapter called What You Love About Them

Summary: Cuddling. Cuteness.

QOTP: Did you get my text?

Word Count: 1600

Draco -

The Room of Requirement is very useful for a number of things - well, technically, it's useful for everything. You and Draco tend to use it for alone time, seeing as you're never alone otherwise.

Every time you enter the room, there's a comfy couch with a big blanket on it - the perfect place to cuddle.

He insists he doesn't enjoy it, and only does it for you, but you know he's lying. You don't call him out on it, though. It'd be more fun if he just outright admitted it.

So, for a couple hours, you and a "reluctant" Draco cuddle on that couch, talking about anything and everything until one or both of you falls asleep.

He's a lot sappier than he'd have everyone believe.

Fred -

Fred Weasley is practically a koala bear. At all times. This is especially fueled by the fact that you don't seem to mind. I mean, it's Fred Weasley - who would?

"I think George and I have devised the perfect plan to break into Filch's office," he says, his arm wrapped around you with your head on his shoulder.

"You said that the last time and got three weeks of detention," you reply, slightly amused.

"Yeah, but this time that won't happen," he insists.

"I wouldn't bet on that."

"What?" he asks jokingly. "Gonna rat us out?"

"How can I rat you out when I don't even know what you're going to do?" you reply, looking up at him.

He smiles. "That's the idea, love. Snape might torture our plans out of you if he finds out, and we can't let that happen."

You laugh. "Because Snape's so scary."

"He's scarier than Moldy Voldy himself," George replies, stifling a laugh.

You cock an eyebrow. "Somehow, I don't think Harry would agree with that."

"Well, we'd just have to agree to disagree."

You sigh, cuddling closer to him. "It never ends with you, does it?"

He chuckles. "You, of all people, should know by now that it doesn't."

George -

You're in the Gryffindor common room, and it's mostly empty besides the two of you. Fred and Lee have gone off to wreak havoc through the school, mostly so you and George could have some alone time; end of the year exams have caused you to see each other much less.

So, here you are, basking in the almost-silence, head against George's chest and his arms wrapped around you. You're getting sleepy, but you don't actually want to fall asleep at the moment, so you sit up just enough to look at him.

Merlin's beard, he's really cute.

You end up basically staring at him for a few seconds, wondering how you got so lucky. Then, he looks down at you with a quirked brow. "What?"

In your half-asleep, flustered state, you reply, "You've got a lot of freckles."

A smile grows on his face, but he suppresses an outright laugh. "Have I?" he asks.

You nod matter-o-factly, fighting off a laugh of your own. "Yes, you have. Have you ever tried to count them?"

He snorts. "Well, no, that'd take forever."

You sigh. "Then we'd better start now." You lean a little closer to him, lightly touching to the freckles on his face as you count them. "One, two, three, four-"

He closes the gap and kisses you, catching you off guard for a few seconds before you start to kiss him back. He pulls away. "I had to stop that quickly because that was about to get real annoying, real fast."

Harry -

When he's stressed or worried about something, be it exams or Voldemort, he always looks to you. Even if you can't help him, just being with you makes it better. So, cuddling is very common for the two of you.

Sometimes you talk about random things to get his mind off whatever's bothering him, or sometimes you try to figure it out. It's easier for him to think out loud, especially about exams.

"I'm going to fail my Potions OWL," Harry says, his voice almost emotionless. "Snape will never let me hear the end of it."

"No, you won't," you insist, looking up at him. Your head is on his chest as you lie on his bed in his dorm (you figured out a way to get up the stairs). "You're Harry freaking Potter; you're gonna pass every exam with flying colors."

"Harry freaking Potter is about to fail Ancient Runes," he replies.

"So is Y/N freaking Y/L/N. And most likely Ron freaking Weasley. But if you believe in yourself, you just might get an A."

"Or a T."

"Or you could just explain to Professor Babbling that, what with having to defeat Voldemort every year, you haven't had much time to study Ancient Runes," you suggest.

He chuckles. "That just might work."

"'Course it would," you reply. "It was my idea."

He laughs. "Well if you're so smart, help me study for these exams."

"I love you, Harry, I really do, but only Hermione has the patience for that."

Ron -

It's a lazy, slow Saturday at Hogwarts. Mostly everyone is off at Hogsmeade, but you and Ron decided to stay back at the castle for some alone time.

And, of course, you're spending this rare alone time cuddling.

He'd never outwardly admit it to anyone but you (for fear of being teased), but he absolutely loves cuddling. And it's particularly evident right now.

He's cuddled as close to you as he can get, his arms wrapped around you tightly. You're about to fall asleep, but he's already snoring.

You don't know how Harry stands it.

Young James -

[that's the closest one I could find]

You and the other Marauders are in the hospital wing, waiting for Remus to wake up. And considering you were up all night with Remus (in Animagus form), you're exhausted.

You're sitting on James' lap with his arm wrapped around you and your head on his chest. You're already asleep. James and the other Mauraders, however, are still fighting to keep awake.

"You four should get to class," Madame Pomfrey says, causing Sirius to jump. "He probably won't be up for a few hours."

"We're just missing Potions," Sirius says. "Slughorn won't care."

"And Y/N is asleep," James adds, half-joking. "We can't just wake her up; she needs to be well rested."

"She'd also yell at you," Sirius says, "and no one wants that."

You mumble something in your sleep and cuddle closer to James, who looks back at Madame Pomfrey. "See? She agrees with me."

Young Newt -

[i couldn't find a gif so there's a picture]

Newt loves cuddling; it's one of his favorite things besides you and creatures. You also enjoy it, mostly because it means you have time to relax for an hour or so.

The only time you can cuddle is when you get a quiet moment together. However, that rarely happens; searching for creatures and practically saving the world keeps you quite busy.

When it miraculously does happen, though, there's a typically a small, non-lethal, cuddly animal joining the party as well. Maybe the Niffler when he gets sleepy. Or a Crup.

You don't mind, of course. Except when they try to weasel their way in between you and Newt; then we have problems.

Young Remus -

[that's a couch but you get the gist]

You're missing Potions right now, but class is infinitely less important than staying with Remus in the hospital wing the morning after the full moon.

He's sleeping, his head against your chest and his arms wrapped around your middle as he snores. You arms are wrapped around him, too, and your chin is resting on his head. In the quiet and warmth, you feel as if you're also starting to doze off.

Madame Pomfrey doesn't entirely improve of this situation, but she can also tell that it's helping Remus. And because of that, none of the Professors - or the Headmaster - necessarily need to know.

Besides, they never ask.

Young Sirius -

[i couldn't find one so have Ross and Joey]

Sirius has finally realized that he's not doing very well in Herbology, and in order to fix this, he has to start doing his homework. (Remus may have been the one to bring this to his attention, but that's not important...)

The only problem with this is that he physically can't write anything down; you're currently holding his hand, playing with his fingers while resting your head against his shoulder.

You do it often, almost as if it's habit. He finds it incredibly adorable, and right now is no exception. But this essay is due tomorrow morning.

He gently pulls his hand towards himself, looking over at you with an amused expression on his face. "I kind of need that, love."

You pout, releasing his hand and leaning back onto the couch instead. He chuckles, pulls you onto his lap, then grabs his homework and sets it on yours, looking at it over your shoulder. "Happy now?" he asks jokingly.

You smile and lean back against his chest. "Very."