Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

he yells at you

Harry: The cold wind lashed at your face as you watched the quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Even though you're a Gryffindor, you still enjoyed watching the matches and curling up against Harry's warm body underneath a wool blanket.
Ravenclaw were winning with 70-10 and the game had been going on for half an hour.
You watched as the Slytherin seeker, Draco Malfoy, spotted the snitch, turning his broom abruptly to speed towards it. You gripped Harry's arm, biting the inside of your cheek slightly.
After a couple of minutes of Draco chasing the tiny snitch, he caught it. You jumped up, letting the blanket fall into Harry's lap, cheers escaping your lips. Harry remained seated, a scowl on his face as he watched you cheer for his least favorite person. Draco caught your eye from the stands, smiling brightly at you, waving his small hand. You waved back, grinning at how happy he was.
You glanced back over to Harry to tell him something, but he was making his way out of the stands.
You frowned quickly, grabbing the small Gryffindor blanket and scarf that Harry had left, chasing after him.
"Hey, baby!" You shouted after him, reaching for his left arm.
"What?" He snapped, turning to face you. "Go cheer on Draco and leave me alone, why don't ya?"
"Hey.. It isn't like that."
"REALLY? YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CAN'T STAND HIM, THEN YOU GO AND WAVE AT HIM WHILE I'M SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU?" He shouted.
You stayed in your spot as he turned and stormed off. Not soon after, Draco came and led you back to the castle, comforting you the best that he could.

Ron: The common room was fairly empty, seeing that everyone was at the feast, excited about going home for Christmas the upcoming week. The only people that hadn't went were you and Ron—you convincing him to stay with you, offering him candy in return.
"So.." Ron started, tightening his grip around you as the two of you cuddled on the couch. "How would you feel about coming to my place for the holiday's?"
"Oh," You glanced up at him. "I was actually going to stay here.."
"You always put off meeting my parents," He frowned.
"No, I don't, buttercup."
"Yes you do! I always ask and you never want to!" He huffed, sitting up.
"Babe.."
"No, stop. I don't care anymore."
"Come on.." You pleaded, placing your hand on his arm.
"STOP." He jumped up, leaving the common room.

Draco: "Pansy doesn't want me with you." You stated as Draco sat down at the table with you.
"Who cares?" He replied, draping his arm around you.
"I care.. She keeps calling me a brat and saying 'You're not good enough for my little dracy-poo.'" You rested your elbow on the table, setting your chin in your hand as you looked at him.
"Seems like you're more worried about what Pansy thinks than our relationship."
"I've never brought this up before, Draco.. But it's bothering me." You let out a soft sigh, crossing your right leg over your left, your skirt coming up slightly. Smoothing it back down over your leg, you looked away from him.
"Then take it up with her! I have NOTHING to do with her opinion, and you shouldn't be worrying about it." He half shouted/whispered at you, letting his arm fall away from your shoulder as he got up to leave.

Fred: "This is your fault," You hissed at him, furrowing your eyebrows as you walked into your first detention.
"MY FAULT? IT WAS YOUR IDEA." He shouted from behind you, causing you to stop abruptly at his raised voice. "YOU ALWAYS BLAME THINGS ON ME, BUT I JUST DO THEM TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU AND YOU DON'T SEEM TO COMPLAIN SO JUST SHUT UP." He fumed, pushing past you and into the classroom.
"Mr. Weasley.." Professor Snape called out from his desk. "Double-detention for yelling at the girl."

George: The Quidditch World Cup was here, and George had invited you. He was super excited, but quidditch wasn't really your thing. Yeah, you'd love to hang out with him and his family, but quidditch was extremely boring in your eyes.
"George.. I know I said I'd go to the cup with you, but I really don't think I'll enjoy it that much.." You approached him, resting your hand on his should gently.
He glanced up from his parchment, furrowing his eyebrows slightly, "So you're saying you don't want to go?"
Gently rubbing your thumb over his shoulder, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip, you replied, "That's exactly what I'm saying.."
"The ONE THING that you're able to go to with me and you say you don't want to? THE ONE THING. Fine. Don't come." He growled, turning back to his parchment, ignoring your presence.