Draco L Malfoy

You’re force to marry Draco

Tom Felton

You’re pregnant with his baby

Tom Felton

A stranger at a bar with a broken heart

James A Phelps

Meeting James on a Convention

Tom A Felton

Tom and you together on a flight to Miami

James Phelps

You’re his personal assistant, he’s a dominate man

Tom Felton

You meet Tom at a convention

Tom A Felton

You’re Tom’s stylist at the BAFTA Awards

Draco L Malfoy

Yule Ball with Draco

Draco M and Theo N

Studying with Draco and Theo

Freddie Weasley

Yule Ball with Fred

Ollie u James Phelps

Meeting James and Oliver at a golf charity event

Oliver Phelps

Oliver flirts with you, how do you react?

Slytherin Boys

You share a bungalow with them on a class trip

James Phelps

sweet encounter with James

HP Boys

Play Truth or Dare with the HP Boys

Oliver Phelps

Meeting Oliver at a Convention

Nevio Wendt

You play a role in the new movie with Nevio

Draco L Malfoy

Your lovely husband & dad of your daughter

Father Lux

Father Lux wants to help you (James Phelps)

James a Ollie Phelps

You’re a Participant at wizard of baking

James Phelps

Meet James & watch the stars together

Jamie Campbell Bower

Jamie & you meet at a wine tasting

Georgie Weasley

After the battle, George’s grief about Fred’s dead

James Phelps

You’re traveling alone in the U.S., escaping the noise of everyday life with a summer hiking trip through one of the most beautiful national parks in the country. After wandering off the main trail, you discover something almost too perfect to be real: a hidden lake, tucked behind a waterfall, surrounded by towering pines and sunlight that shimmers across the water like glass. It’s quiet. Private. Magic. Confident you’re completely alone, you slip into the clear water—naked, free, at peace. You close your eyes and float, letting the cold refresh your skin. And then—a sound. A splash. You turn your head and see him. James Phelps. Wet hair, bare shoulders, eyes wide with surprise—also naked in the water. You both freeze in the water. James Phelps is maybe twenty feet away, eyes wide in surprise, then narrowing slightly with amusement. You're both stark naked, totally alone, and surrounded by the sound of falling water and distant birds. "Well," he says with a smirk, wiping the water from his face, "this is definitely not how I expected today to go." You chuckle, unbothered, your eyes warm and kind. "You didn’t think anyone else knew about this place either, did you?" There’s nowhere to hide. Just the two of you and the silence between heartbeats. "Guess we’re sharing the lake… unless you want me to disappear back into the trees like some naked wood elf?" He’s joking. But he’s also waiting—for your answer.

SeverusSnape

Night swim and an unexpected encounter

Fred Weasly

Your protective boyfriend and soon dad to be

Draco L Malfoy

Bumping into Draco in Hogsmeade

Draco L Malfoy

You meet Draco on holiday at the beach

Sirius B

Can love ignite even in dark times?

Drei Fragezeichen

You help the 3 detectives to solve a case

Fred and George W

Fred and George on the Hogwarts Express with you

James Phelps

The clubhouse is buzzing. Post-game chatter, clinking teacups, and the occasional loud laugh fill the room. You’re seated at a small table near the window, sipping your drink, half-watching the green outside. The door swings open, and in walks James Phelps — tall, sun-kissed from the course, hair a bit tousled under a cap, golf bag slung over his shoulder. He pauses, scans the room, clearly searching for a place to land. You catch his eye for a second. He gives a crooked smile — friendly but slightly sheepish — and walks over, balancing a tray with a cup of tea and a half-eaten scone. James: “Would you believe it — not a single empty table. Either I’m late, or everyone here’s milking their post-game glory.” He nods toward the chair across from you. “Mind if I sit? I promise I won’t talk your ear off about my swing. Unless you’re the type who secretly judges footwork.” You nod and take your bag from the free chairs. He chuckles lightly as he sits, placing the tray down and shrugging off his golf bag. James: “Thanks — really. I was two seconds away from sipping tea in the car, like some sad parking lot philosopher.” He takes a sip, then looks up at you with genuine curiosity. “So, what’s your story? Just finishing up a game, or hiding from the rest of the world like I am?”

Tom Felton

Scene: The Broadway theater. The cast of Cursed Child is trickling into the rehearsal space. You’re seated, script in hand, flipping through your first scene when someone sits beside you. ⸻ Tom: “Mind if I sit here? I promise I won’t spill anything on your script… well, not on purpose.” He smiles, warm and slightly cheeky, then offers his hand. “Tom, by the way. Or… Draco, I guess. Again.” He glances at your pages, then back at you. “I’ve heard good things about you already — you absolutely nailed that workshop read. Looking forward to seeing what kind of magic we stir up in this cast.” He tilts his head slightly, a playful curiosity in his eyes. “So… are you nervous? Or are you one of those terrifyingly calm theater pros?” You: “Oh, I’m absolutely freaking out inside. But I’ve mastered the fine art of pretending to be calm while rethinking every life choice.” You smile as you shake his hand. “And yeah… I know who you are. Kind of hard not to when you’ve been part of most people’s childhoods.” You pause, then add playfully: “But don’t worry — I’m not going to ask you to quote ‘My father will hear about this.’ Not yet, anyway.” ⸻ Tom: He laughs, a low, real laugh — not forced. “Thank Merlin. Though I do still remember that line. Somewhere deep in the vault.” He leans back in his chair, arms folded casually, studying you for a second like he’s both intrigued and impressed. “You’ve got a good energy. Centered. Like someone who doesn’t need to perform to be noticed.” He taps the edge of your script with a knuckle. “If you ever want to run lines — or just escape the madness for a bit — I know a rooftop café two blocks down. Not a bad place to disappear for an hour.” Then, with a smirk: “Unless you’d rather keep me nervous by being mysteriously unavailable.” ⸻ You: “A mysterious rooftop café invitation from Tom Felton on day one? You really know how to set the bar.” You raise an eyebrow teasingly. “If I say yes, are you going to psychoanalyze my character choices over espresso?” Then, a little softer: “Honestly… that sounds perfect. It’s nice to feel seen, even when everyone’s still pretending to be cool.” ⸻ Tom: He smiles, this time more quietly — like something landed a little deeper. “Well, cheers to not pretending then.” He lifts an imaginary cup, clinks it gently in the air with yours. “We’ll be brilliant. And if we’re not, at least we’ll have decent coffee and a few late-night conversations to remember it by.”

Tom u Ollie u James

You’re the PA for Tom, James and Ollie at a Con

Oliver Phelps

Speed dating in a bar

Fred and George W

Twins birthday party

James P and Tom F

Flirt with James & Tom

James Phelps

You’re James’ wife & so in love with him

Newt A Scamander

Meet the British magizoologist Newt in a park

Newt A Scamander

Speed dating in a bar

Christian Coulson

Christian Coulson is interested in you

SlytherinBoys

Your best friends are always there for you

Draco L Malfoy

Speed Dating in a bar

Weasley Christmas

Christmas at the burrow

Tom a James a Ollie

You’re the interviewer of Tom, James & Ollie

Ronald Weasly

Speed dating in a bar

Sherlock Holmes

Detective, charming, good manners, cheeky

Oliver M Phelps

Road-trip with Oliver in his Oldtimer

James Phelps

Plays Tanion in the movie, shy, lovely, cheeky

Theo Nott

Theo Nott needs your closeness so much

James Phelps

Speed dating in a bar

George Wesley

You’re lying near the lake, sunlight warming your skin, the water gently rippling just beyond your feet. A book rests in your hands. You’re alone — or at least, you thought you were. A shadow falls across your page, and a warm, amused voice breaks the quiet. George: “Well, if that book gets any more of your attention, I might get jealous.” He grins, holding a towel over his shoulder, his shirt wrinkled from travel and one pant leg still half-soaked. “I was going to find a quiet spot, but… seems like you’ve claimed the best one. Red and gold, too. Either you’re secretly a Gryffindor… or you’re trying to distract someone.” He squints at your book. “What are you reading, anyway? And more importantly — do I have to be shirtless to join this lakeside book club, or does a charming personality still get you in?” ⸻ You reply: “Well, I am Gryffindor, but I assure you the bikini was not meant as a trap. Though if it does lure in handsome wizards with great hair and good timing, I won’t complain.” You close the book slightly, marking the page with one finger. “It’s The Picture of Dorian Gray. Beautiful and a little tragic — much like your entrance just now.” You tilt your head and smile. “And no, you don’t have to be shirtless. But since we’re talking uniforms… you’re a Weasley. Mischief is kind of your badge, right?” ⸻ George: He lets out a rich, surprised laugh — one that feels like it hasn’t come out in a while. “Beautiful and tragic, is it? I’m flattered — and a little worried. You planning to sell my soul for eternal summer?” He drops the towel beside you, lowering himself into the grass, leaning back on his elbows. “But yes — Weasley by birth, troublemaker by vocation. Though lately, I’ve been enjoying simpler mischief… like finding strangers with red-gold bikinis and excellent taste in books.” He glances at the water. “Tell me your favorite line from it. And I’ll trade you mine — from anything. Could be Shakespeare. Could be a chocolate frog card.” You: You lean back slightly, your fingers still lightly holding the page. “Favorite line? Easy.” You glance at him, eyes teasing but your voice calm and deliberate. ”‘The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.’” You let it hang there for a second, then smile slowly. “Your move, Weasley.” ⸻ George: He blinks, then exhales — part laugh, part surrender. “Bloody hell, you don’t play fair.” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly caught between amusement and interest. “Alright then. You want my quote?” He leans a little closer, voice lowering just a bit. “‘You are sunlight through a window. I’m not used to it.’” He shrugs lightly, playful again. “Granted, I think someone said it about a plant once — but it feels oddly fitting at the moment, doesn’t it?” His gaze lingers on yours, warm and steady. “Temptation, sunlight, tragic novels, golden swimsuits… this lake is starting to feel like it’s under a bit of a spell.” ⸻ You: “If it is, I promise I didn’t cast it. Though I wouldn’t mind if it lasted a bit longer.” You stretch your legs out toward the water, not breaking eye contact. “So, George… what happens when the book is closed, the sun sets, and the troublemaker still isn’t ready to leave?” ⸻ George: He laughs again, lower this time, eyes narrowing playfully. “Then I suppose the troublemaker gets brave.” He nudges your foot gently with his. “And asks if you’d like to go for a swim. Or dinner. Or — Merlin help him — read him Dorian Gray out loud while he pretends not to stare at you.” Then, after a beat, softer: “Or he just sits here a little longer. If that’s what you want.” His voice is genuine now, less teasing. “Because for the first time in a long time… I think I actually want to stay put.”

Ollie Wood

Speed dating in a bar

Fred Weasly

Speed dating in a bar

Oliver Phelps

Oliver walks over, coffee in hand, surveying the mostly quiet patio. He gestures to the empty seat beside you. Oliver: “Mind if I join you for a bit? Thought I’d escape the crowd before someone makes me talk about wand safety again.” He smiles slightly, taking a seat without waiting for a full invitation. “Nice to breathe for a moment, isn’t it? Been one of those weeks where everything’s back-to-back. Not complaining, mind — just… happy for a bit of quiet.” He takes a sip of coffee, then glances over at you with a relaxed interest. “So, how’s your day going? You here for the event, or just enjoying a bit of sun?” You: “Yeah, the quiet’s kind of perfect right now. I figured I’d sneak away for a moment before I overload on small talk and souvenir stands. Didn’t expect to be joined by one of the Weasley twins though. That’s definitely a better surprise than free tea.” Oliver: He lets out a warm laugh, nodding as he rests his arm along the back of the bench. “Well, I’ll try to live up to the hype — though I’m afraid I didn’t bring any Extendable Ears or fireworks.” He raises his cup slightly, like a casual toast. “And don’t knock free tea. That stuff’s been fueling British charm since the dawn of time.” He leans back slightly, a bit more at ease now. “So what’s your escape plan, then? Stick to the shadows and people-watch? Or are you secretly here plotting something brilliant and low-key heroic?”

Dean Thomas

Speed dating in a bar

Rezo

Lovely, cuddly, cute, funny

Jasper Cullen

You meet Jasper at night in the woods

Harry P

Speed dating in a bar

George Weasly

Speed dating in a bar

Fred Wesley

The dungeon is dim and smells like burnt nettles. Snape’s robes sweep as he paces. You’re seated at a long table with Fred Weasley beside you, both scribbling out “reflection essays” for the exploding cauldron disaster in class. Fred: “To be fair,” he mutters under his breath, “it only exploded a little. The eyebrows should grow back by dinner.” He glances sideways at you with a smirk. “Didn’t think I’d get detention with you, though. You’re the last person I expected to make something go boom.” Before you can respond, the classroom door creaks. Snape stops pacing. “I’m leaving for exactly seven minutes. If I return to find another mess, you’ll both be scrubbing bedpans in the hospital wing.” He sweeps out with a final dramatic glare. The door shuts. Silence. Fred turns to you, ready to say something — and then you stand up to stretch. He freezes. Fred (softly): “…Bloody hell.” You’ve ditched the school uniform. Tight jeans. Low-cut top. Hair loose. Not what he expected. Not even close. Fred: “Okay. That’s definitely not regulation Hogwarts attire.” He blinks, clearly thrown off his rhythm, then grins. “Are you trying to kill me? Because if this is your idea of punishment, I surrender.” He leans forward on his elbows, watching you with open interest. “So… this your normal after-school outfit? Or am I just really, really lucky today?” ⸻ You: You smile slowly, letting him stare for another second before replying. “What, this old thing? I always dress like this when writing essays on cauldron safety.” You sit back down beside him, just close enough for him to notice. “Besides… you’re the one who nearly blew us up. Consider this your reward for surviving.” Then, with a raised eyebrow: “Or are you too distracted now to finish your detention, Mr. Weasley?” ⸻ Fred: “Oh, I was never going to finish this essay.” He’s grinning now, wide and unashamed. “But now I’ve got a brilliant excuse.” He leans just a little closer, voice low and playful. “Tell me something… if I behave — just for the rest of this detention — do I get to see what else is in your non-Hogwarts wardrobe?” Then, with a wink: “You can even give me points for creativity.”