Can I please get some headcanons about how Harry, Neville, Fred, George, and Remus would all react to dating a Gryffindor girl who's much shorter than them (like, only around about 5 feet at most) but is still very spunky. Like the tiny person who still screams "FIGHT ME!!"? Thanks!
Sorry for posting this so late!!! I love this idea and had fun with it (I hope this is what you wanted). I don’t really know how headcanons work, so I probably screwed everything up. Also, this basically is just a bunch of roasts but it’s okay XD. ANYWAYS, I did old Remus and young Remus because I loooooooove Remus!
Warning: Slight cursing, mention of smut ;)
Harry: Harry absolutely adores you. He thinks that you being short is just one of your best perks. He’ll be walking around with you by his side and he’ll just feel the need to pick you up or carry you around on his back.
When you two first started dating, he thought you were the sweetest thing ever, he thought you were a good student who loved to follow the rules. It wasn’t until about 3 months in, you both were on a date and came across Malfoy.
“Still going after losers, I see, (L/N),” he laughed.
“Still going after cheap hair dye, I see, Malfoy,” you mocked.
He rolled his eyes and you and Harry kept walking. “At least I’m not 4’11!”
You whipped your head back and bellowed a curse at him. He started laughing before all of a sudden his hair became a bright shade of pink. You and Harry continued to walk and all you could hear was him and his goons in the distance, begging for you to come back to undo the spell.
“Blimey,” Harry chuckled. “I didn’t know I was dating a kick-ass queen.”
“What can I say?” You smiled.
He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Dammit, that’s sexy.”
Neville: Naturally, Neville was a little bit confused when you of all people chose to date him. You’re one of the most popular girls in your house, and Neville felt like he was such a nobody. But, you always encouraged him and brought up his self-esteem. He could also be very intimidated by you sometimes. If someone ever came up to Neville and started putting him down, you would put them in their place and get very defensive of your boyfriend. He always felt insecure, because physically, he was much bigger than you, but emotionally, he was not.
It was after a very hard day in potions, Neville was being bullied by Snape of all people and you hated it. You two were snogging on his bed, but you felt like he was distracted.
“Nev… what’s wrong, honey?” You asked him, rubbing his chest in a circular motion.
“Snape,” he answered simply.
You sighed and cupped his cheek. “Do you need me to talk to him?”
“I can handle myself, (Y/N), Jesus,” he said coldly.
“Baby… what’s happening?” you asked.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry for getting mad at you, it’s just… I love you, so so much…”
You smiled and nodded. “I love you too.”
“But, I always feel like you taking my back all the time makes me seem like some kind of… pussy who can’t defend himself,” he said. “Sorry for cursing, but-”
You kissed his lips passionately. “Neville Longbottom… you are certainly not a… pussy. You’re a great man and I know if anyone were to say things to me, you would defend me in a heartbeat. If you don’t want me defending you anymore, then I won’t.”
He smiled. “Only if it’s Malfoy.”
You laughed slightly. “Deal.”
Fred: Fred is absolutely turned on by your fieriness. Sometimes, he’ll make fun of you, just to see your reaction. His favorite thing to do, however, make fun of your height. Fred is very tall for his age and he loves bragging about it. He’ll do anything to piss you off, and when you get worked up, he gets worked up (in his pants).
You were walking with him to class and you noticed that everyone was jumping up to hit the frame of one of the doorways. Ironically, Fred had to bend down to get past it and you knew exactly what he was going to say.
“Love, I’ll wait for you while you go get the ladder,” he smirked. You ignored him and he didn’t like it. “Midget, are you listening to me? (Y/N).”
You floated up to the top of the doorway and slammed your head on the top of it. Fred was so in awe, he hit his head right on it and fell to the ground.
“Oh, Jesus, Freddie,” George shook his head while the two of you crouched beside him.
“I’m here, baby,” You grabbed his hand.
He opened his eyes slightly and started giggling. “I saw up your skirt.”
Your face turned red and you hit his arm. “I thought you were hurt, you bastard.”
“I’m fine,” he laughed. You helped him up and he put his arm around you. “Jesus, I’m bending down so far… you’d think I was you last night.”
“Fred, cut it out,” you moved away from him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, (Y/N),” Fred laughed. “I’m sure tons of people need a stepping stool to reach their boyfriend’s load.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t need a stepping stool if it wasn’t so small,” you retorted.
George started laughing. “I guess we aren’t identical, Freddie.”
Fred’s face turned red with embarrassment and he glared at you. “What the hell was that for?”
“That was for being mean to me… and you’re always mean to me, Fred… I know you think it’s a joke, but I can’t help how I am,” you said sadly.
“(Y/N),” Fred said, reaching out for your hand.
“I have to go to class,” you walked away.
Several hours later, Fred showed up at your dorm with a big apology, which ended with him explaining why he did it. You accepted his apology immediately and after realizing that your roommates were all gone, you and Fred had some serious make-up sex (no step stool needed).
George: George loves carrying you around. He’ll just have you jump on his back or he’ll carry you bridal style during any time of the day and he’ll enjoy every minute of it. Your sassiness makes him laugh so much, which you enjoy endlessly. If someone gets salty, you’ll be the first one to call them out and come up with a comeback. You were laying in bed with George one day when Lee Jordan came in. He furrowed his eyebrows before making a gagging noise.
“What’s your problem, Jordan?” You remarked,
“I didn’t know they let such ugly people in the dorms,” he gagged again.
You knew he was joking, but you knew exactly what to say to make him leave. “Oh, Lee… don’t be so hard on yourself… you’re not that bad.”
Lee rolled his eyes before leaving the room. George chuckled to himself and kissed your cheek. “You’re so cute.”
“I know,” you replied sassily.
Remus (young): Okay, Remus… he was just such a good boy. He never ever tried to make you feel like you were lesser than him, even though your heights were extremely different. He was not one to pick a fight, but he got extremely defensive, even with his friends, if someone made a joke about your height. He knew that you were fiery enough to handle yourself, but if the person did not stop, he would go full-on wolf at that person (pun definitely 1000% intended).
It was dinner time and Remus was talking with Peter while you and Sirius arm-wrestled for the last cookie. To no one’s surprise, you won and took the cookie. Remus smiled at you proudly and put his arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head. You split the cookie in half and gave one half to Remus.
“Whatever, short stack,” Sirius rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be bitter, Padfoot,” you snapped back.
“… That’s like telling you to not be tiny, it will only happen with some surgical help,” Sirius said.
Remus looked up. “What did you say?”
“Big mistake, Sirius,” James said quietly.
“Nothing,” Sirius said quickly.
Remus went back to eating his cookie and you smiled. You kissed his cheek and leaned into him.
Remus (old): Remus seemed to have calmed down from your younger days. Now that you were married and this year, you were working together, he let you handle things, seeing as teaching was familiar territory for you.
You two were eating lunch together in your room and talking about each other’s day and about how crazy your students were. You realized you had to get something and sighed when you saw it was the top shelf. Instead of making a fool out of yourself (which was nearly impossible, since nothing was embarrassing between you and Remus anymore since you two have been together for more than half of your life), you used your wand to summon the item.
“Oh, shut up, Mr. ‘Accio chocolate,’” You teased back.
You sat down beside him and he rubbed your knee as a response. “I guess that makes you, ‘Mrs. Accio chocolate.’”
“I guess it does,” you smiled. You turned to him and pecked his lips.
You heard someone enter your room, then groan. You looked up and saw Severus Snape with an annoyed look (hell, all of his looks were annoyed looks)
“All of the elves are supposed to be in the kitchen, (Y/N),” He said meanly.
“… and all of the death eaters are supposed to be in Azkaban,” you retorted.
Remus’ eyes widened. “That’s a bit harsh, love.”
“That’s not harsh at all,” Severus said. “Not as harsh as to say, a werewolf.”
“Oh, come here, you son of a-”
You got up and pointed your wand at Snape and he put his own wand up. Remus bent over slightly and grabbed your waist, he gestured for Snape to get the hell out before his head would be blown off.
“Let me at ‘em! Let me at ‘em!” you shouted.
