Harry Potter Imagines

Jealousy R.W

You giggled as you twirled Fred Weasley's tie between your fingers, shameless pressing your chest against his. Both of you enjoyed playing an amiable yet flirtatious game between one another. Fred brushed your hair out of your face, smirking wide down at your tiny frame. He towered over you massively, joking about how short you were for your age.

You would consider yourself great friends with the Weasley twins, but even better friends with Fred. Both of you understood each other on a different level. You shared the same humor and House, so it was like it was fate for both of you to be friends.

Both of you also shared something very similar, a timid yet lovable boy named Ron Weasley. Ron to you was your world, your light, and your reason. Without him, it would be like if the flowers would never bloom again.

Ron watched you from afar, ignoring his friend Harry Potter on about Cho Chang, not interested in his dating drama. He seemed stressed, borderline pissed but he wouldn't dare show that in front of his older brother. He knew that if Fred found out that Ron was jealous over the way you and his brother would joke around, he'd be teased endlessly for it.

It seemed as if Ron couldn't stand it anymore as Fred rested his hands on your hips, finding himself completely walking away from Harry without an excuse and standing before the both of you.

"A word?" Ron asked you, giving you eyes that screamed anger.

You held in a chuckle, telling Fred that you'd see him later on. Ron took your hand and tugged you away from the crowded hallway, going somewhere more exclusive. You ended up in a private and secluded hallway where students wouldn't normally go.

Ron looked around, making sure the area was clear before crossing his arms, looking down at you. "What was that?" He asked, his blue eyes turned dark, his lips pulled into a thin line.

"What was what, babe?" You asked, crossing your arms back, ready to challenge him. You raised an eyebrow, licking your lips.

Ron watched as your tongue slowly coated your pink, plush lips with your own saliva, entranced for a second before snapping out of his gaze. "You were flirting with Fred as if I don't exist!" He shouted, his arms flailing wildly as he spoke.

"Oh really? And what did I do that gave you such an impression?" You snorted. "Ron, you know it's only friendly between us, we would never be more than just that."

Ron shook his head, scoffing.

"Was it this that bothered you?" You asked, stepping forward and grabbing his tie. You twirled it between his fingers, mimicking your actions before. You looked up at your boyfriend, tugging him by his tie and bringing his mouth to yours.

He stood still before grabbing your face and kissing you hard, afraid of letting you go.

You pulled away, laughing loudly, only to be hushed by Ron.

"Or was it this?" You asked, pressing your chest tightly against Ron's, your breasts pushed up from the force. Ron blushed, slowly saying your name, warning you that anyone could come at any time.

"Or maybe you're just jealous," You smirked, pulling away completely, making Ron look like he was about to blow steam from his ears. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the nearest room, an abandoned classroom.

Before you knew it, you were pushed against the door, hearing a locking sound behind you as Ron began to feverishly kiss your neck, his hands pulling buttons loose on your shirt, his fingers dipping into your skirt.

"Mh, eager?" You teased, Ron hissing at you to shut it. You let out a small scoff, impressed at his angry state.

"Jealous Ron is so sexy-" Ron caught you off with a kiss, taking your body and pushing you down on a desk. You grabbed the edges, hearing a zip, and feeling your panties being pushed to the side.

You let out a moan as Ron's cock slowly began to rock into you, holding onto your shoulders tightly as he steadied himself. He let out soft grunts and puffs, his rhythm slow yet hard as if he was punishing you.

You looked behind your shoulder, biting your lip. "Ron baby, faster-"

"Shut. Up." He snapped, continuing to go at the pace he desired. You felt your pussy ache as it desperately wanted more, the teasing of his hard member a reminder to never fuck around with Ron's emotions.

You moaned out his name, begging him to fuck you faster, telling him that you needed to feel every part of his cock inside you. Ron let out a sharp gasp, quickening his pace. His cock was buried deep inside you, your walls clinging and grasping at his penis. It seemed as if your body loved the way he fucked you just as much as you did yourself.

You pressed your cheek flat against the desk, as Ron pounded into you, the position making you spread your pussy as far as it can go without any help, creating a delicious amount of space for pleasuring.

You gasped when Ron took his cock out of you, turning you around and lifting you on top of the desk. He shoved his cock back in once he grabbed behind your knees, spreading your legs far apart. He slammed himself inside you, an aggressive and dominant pace, drool practically leaving your mouth at how hard he was going.

Ron leaned in to kiss you only to pull back, smirking at how betrayed you look. "Now you know how it feels, baby," He growled, his face contorting, a sign that he was about to bust. Within a few seconds from one another, the both of you came, panting heavily and slowly getting redressed.

"I guess I have to make you jealous more from now on," You teased, making Ron glare at you as he fixed his tie.