Obsessed

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FIRST PERSON
Apparently, I was driving Harry mad and I wasn't even trying to.

You see, Harry's love language consists of a lot but, physical touch was the most important. It was something he would go crazy over every time, no matter in what way.

Anyway, the only time I'd physically touch him is when i'd hit or shove him..

He assumed I was trying to get him back but, in actuality, I had completely forgotten.

But now I remember.

So shits gonna get worse for him.

"Quiet. Please." Harry tried talking over the crowd of students that were trying out for the quidditch team.

They continued talking, ignoring everything he said.

"Everyone shut your faces!" I shouted over the students, watching as they stopped their horseplay, "Form a line. Now!"

Ron shifted as everyone scrambled to his sides, listening to my instructions.

"Don't let me hear another word." I voiced with a cold tone.

Maybe it was too much but, I hate when Harry let's people walk over him. It makes my blood boil when he's ignored.

"Thanks, darling." Harry turned to me.

"Of course, Harry." I whispered with a smirk.

He stood awkwardly, being flustered by what I said. Harry didn't expect for me not to call him an insulting nickname for once.

In fact, he loves when I call him by his actual name. Unless it's being used in a state of annoyance. Hearing his name leave my lips made him lose focus.

"So.." He slowly turned his head back to the line of people, "Just because you made the team last year doesn't guarantee you a spot this year, is that clear?"

The tryout kids remained quiet.

"Good." Harry nodded.

After that, I stepped closer to Harry, "May I have a swallow?"

"What?" Harry quickly turned to face me.

"Your water," I pointed at the bottle that was propped against his foot, "May I have some of your water?" I chuckled, knowing what I did.

"Oh, er.. yeah- of course." Harry picked it up for me.

I took the bottle from him and unscrewed the top, flicking it away afterwards since there was only a tiny bit of water left.

I lifted the bottle to my lips, locking eyes with Harry as he watched me. I squinted and chugged the water down as a drop of it rolled down my chin, falling into the grass.

I'm literally just drinking water and he's staring at me like i'm getting undressed.

I finished the bottle and handed it back to him. He caught it after it slipped down his chest and looked back at me. I used my thumb to wipe the extra water off of my face and smirked at him before walking away.

THIRD PERSON
"Don't hold this against me, captain." Cormac pat on Harry's shoulder as he walked by him, and towards Y/N.

"What?" Harry snapped out of his transe.

"I tried stopping him!" Ron ran up to his best friend, "He's mad- I told him she's taken."

"It's fine, Ron. I've got it." Harry stomped towards Y/N and Cormac.

He got pretty close and stopped walking when Y/N grabbed Cormac by the shoulders and kneed him right in the crotch.

"I assume she's handled it herself." Ron smiled as Cormac fell down to his knees.