Harry: It seemed like the world was going to end. Sure, things hadn't always been easy at Hogwarts, especially considering all of the attacks by Voldemort. But this year, one of the worst things you could imagine occurred: your headmaster, Dumbledore, died. Hogwarts was undergoing a new order: the Death Eaters had virtually gained total control. And it was up to your boyfriend to defend the wizarding world. He'd hit the pause button on your relationship; that much you knew. But there was something you had to say before he went off to hunt the remaining Horcruxes. You found him packing in his dorm room after Dumbledore's funeral. "Harry," you managed from the doorway, and he looked up.

"(Y/N)," he said.

"I know you want me to stay away," you said. "And I understand. I'm not very powerful, I am very young, and you care about me and you don't want me to get hurt. I'm not planning to do anything stupid, like follow you. I just wanted to say goodbye."

He sighed and put his head in his hands. Not worrying about whether or not he might push you away, you went and sat next to him in his bed.

"Harry," you said. "I know you probably need space. But after this, who knows if we'll ever see each other again?"

"Don't say that, (Y/N)," he said. "I understand that you're trying, but don't say that."

"Fine," you said. "But in case we don't, I just want you to know that I love you. I always have. I always will. And maybe, because I'm fifteen, you think I don't know what I'm talking about, but I do. I love you."

Harry finally looked at you, eyes brimming with tears. "I love you too."

Ron: You hummed along to the radio as you continued to draw a skull in Magic Marker along Ron's arm. "This is gonna look so badass when I'm done," you told him.

"So once we take a picture, I can wash it off, right," he asked.

"Yeah," you said. "I doubt your mother could be responsible for her actions if she thought I really gave you a tattoo."

"Good," he said. "Your parents are already pissed that you got your cartilage pierced."

"Well, I got something else pierced too," you said. "My navel."

"Seriously? Do you have a death wish?"

"Look, Ron," you said. "I have a feeling fifth year is going to be insane. I'm trying to get all the spontaneous, rebellious crap out of the way before we really have to buckle down for OWLs and stuff."

"So, can I see it," he asked. You obliged by capping your marker and taking your shirt off. Of course, Ron's eyes stayed glued to your chest, not even glancing at the metal stud in your navel.

"We've been going out for two years," you pointed out. "Are you ever gonna get used to me having boobs?"

"I love you," he suddenly blurted.

You rolled your eyes and pulled your shirt back on. "Haha, very funny," you said.

"No, seriously, (Y/N), I love you," he went. "I know it's kind of bad timing, but it's true."

You stared at him seriously. "You're serious," you repeated. Sure, it had been two years, but you didn't think he'd actually say something. Especially not now. You figured you would say it first, and then you'd have to pry it out of his mouth.

"I love you."

"I love you too, babe," you admitted, ruffling his hair. "Maybe next time, wait until my shirt's back on."

Fred: To say things between you and Fred were fast paced was an understatement. After a week of dating, you'd both had separate detentions for "inappropriate public displays of affection." So, unsurprisingly, two weeks led to the L bomb. The two of you were in what one of your housemates, Cedric Diggory, had dubbed the 'love shack.' You two had been doing the 'usual' (making out with some under-the-shirt stuff) when Fred whispered into your ear, "I love you."

You stopped kissing him. "You don't have to say that," you said.

"It's true, though," he explained. "And I will tell you that I love you everyday until you believe me."

At the time, you grabbed him by the collar and started making out with him again. But after he left, you cried. You'd never imagined that anyone could actually love you. After all, your parents sent you to Hogwarts because you were a burden. You never remembered even being hugged by them. But now you knew that somebody out there really did care about you.

George: "Umbridge's a hag," you said. "But what can we do?"

"Well, I'm leaving," George explained. "Will you come with me?"

"Are you serious," you asked. Once Umbridge discovered Dumbledore's Army, it seemed like everything at Hogwarts was shot to hell. But leaving? You were only sixteen!

"As Black," he said, making you roll your eyes.

"Where am I going to go," you asked.

"With me," he said. "Me and Fred are going to open a joke shop, and you can live with us."

"And my parents are going to go for that because..."

"Come on," he said. "Once they find out what's going on, they'll be fine with it."

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," you said cautiously. "I mean, maybe I should stay at least."

"But I want you to come with us," he said. "Because I love you."

You both froze at those words. Neither of you had ever said them before. Not in two years.

"George, I can't just go," you said. "I really can't. But...I....I love you too. I want you to know that."

He shrugged, doubting he could change your mind. "I love you," he repeated. "I'm sorry. I'm still leaving."

"Go," you said. "You do what you have to do. I can always find you. I love you. I love saying that too."

You leaned toward him, quickly pecking his lips in between saying, "I...love...you, George Weasley."

Neville: "I wanted to tell you something earlier," he said. "But your dad was around and I wasn't sure if it'd be appropriate."

"Come on," you teased. "He's letting you stay in my room."

"Still," Neville went on. "I-I kind of wanted it to be special."

"What is it," you asked, making eye contact with him as you both laid sprawled out on your bed.

"Now," he said. "I'm not just saying this so you'll sleep with me, and I really mean it, so before I say anything, I...."

"I love you too," you said, staring into his eyes.

"...I should have seen that coming."

You giggled and brushed back some of his hair. "I love you so much."

Draco: "We should have sex," you told him. Your families had been too thrilled about you and Draco's relationship, and you wanted to get back at them. The triple-threat scandal: sex, out of wedlock, and underage was sure to send chills up their spines. "That'd teach them."

"What's wrong with you," Draco asked. "Do you enjoy disappointing your parents?"

"Very much," you replied. "All three of us have far too much in common; the only way I can rebel is by deliberate disobedience. And this isn't like doing something that would hurt them, like dating a mudblood, which I also find disgusting. This will be...somewhat tolerable."

"...Well, I respect my parents," Draco said. You rolled your eyes and looked around.

"Then why are you in your bedroom with me instead of in the second guest room with the cot, as your father suggested?"

"You are not worth back pain," he replied.

"Well, maybe I'd have visited you there," you teased, whispering in his ear. "I'd give a back massage. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You watched his pale skin go red and smirked. "Will your father hear about this, Malfoy," you asked.

You immediately got tackled, and after two minutes of angry squirming (A/N: let's be real, y'all are like fourteen; if you start that early, it's not hot), you both lay together under the sheets, staring at each other.

"That was...fine," you admitted. You didn't know what you were talking about, but you figured it was almost enjoyable enough that you'd want it to happen again.

"That's it? Fine," he snarled. "Merlin, (Y/N), you literally sat here and begged for it, and that's the best you can come up? Fine?!"

"These things need practice," you said. "I think I read that in a book once. Besides, you remembered to use a protection charm, right?"

"Of course," he said. "I don't need any of your demonic spawn."

"Well," you shot back. "I've taken the contraceptive potion since I was twelve, at least, but I wanted to make sure that you managed to be responsible."

"Twelve? Why twelve?"

"It helps for other things," you explained, and he looked at you expectantly. "My period, you nimrod."

As most mature de-virginized fourteen year olds would, Draco responded by shoving his fingers in his ears and going "That's disgusting!"

"Merlin, you're lucky I love you, Malfoy," you said, leading him to pull his fingers out of his ears and blink in surprise.

"You what?"

Your own eyes widened as you realised what you had said. "I did not mean-"

He broke out into an uncharacteristic but adorable goofy grin, and grabbed your hand. "I love you too, (Y/N). Always have, always will."

Seamus: You woke up in Seamus' bed with him smirking at you. The two of you went secretly to his place for summer holidays after his parents went to South Korea. You'd always gotten the idea that his mother didn't like you very much, since you were already sixteen. So getting nine unsupervised weeks with your boyfriend and not facing the wrath of Mrs. Finnegan was a dream come true.

"You snore," he said, interrupting your train of thought.

"I do not," you gasped indignantly.

"Sure you don't," Seamus said, ruffling your hair.

"Whatever, Mr. 'I got so pissed on butterbeer that I wet the bed when I was fourteen.'

"Hey," he protested. "I was drunk."

"Why did you even tell me," you asked. "You know that's going to be my trump card for life, right?"

"I want to share everything with you," he said. "Even the gross stuff."

"You do realise that if you dump me, all that stuff's coming out, right?"

"Well, I guess that means I have to marry you, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "You're an idiot, Seamus." Then you kissed his forehead. "But I love you."

He looked deep into your eyes, and said, "I know. I love me too."