Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

He Gets Jealous

Harry: "You know, (Y/N), I think we make a rather good team." You scoffed as you walked down the corridor with Fred Weasley, the ginger prick. "We wouldn't have had to be a team if you had followed the plan. You could've gotten us thrown out of school and into Azkaban, you dumbass! An explosion of that magnitude would have been catastrophic had I not thought to shield it." He rolled his eyes. "Live a little, (Y/N). You're starting to sound a lot like your little boyfriend. What happened to the adventurous Snake that would go to any length to get the job done?" You rolled your eyes as he threw his arm around your shoulder. A throat clearing sound alerted the two of you that you had an audience. You turned to see Harry Potter with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. He walked over to you, lifting Fred's hand off of your shoulder and pulling you away.

Draco: You tried to limit your male contact because you quickly learned that Draco was very jealous. You were walking down the halls when you were cut off by none other than Cormac McLaggen. You didn't particularly like him, but at the same time, you didn't hate him, either. "Hey there. I couldn't help but notice you. I just wanted to know if you'd like to-" He didn't finish his sentence as a jet of red light hit him square in the chest. You sighed, turning to see Draco standing there, his wand in his hand as he shrugged. "I thought he was attacking you. Better safe than sorry." You placed your hand in your hip, shaking your head as he led you down the hallway.

Ron: You felt eyes on you as you laughed at something Dean said. He was telling you about the new FIFA game release, which you missed because you stayed at your grandmother's house in the wizarding world. You didn't love football as much as Dean, but you loved to hear him talk about it. When he finished, you made your way over to Ron. "Hello, Ron." He looked over at you. "Oh, you know my name, do you? I assumed that you thought I was Dean Thomas. I'm sure we get mistaken a lot, you know." You raised an eyebrow in confusion for a second, but then it dawned on you. "Are you jealous of Dean?" He looked away, ignoring your smile as you hugged him.

Neville: You listened intently as Cedric explained another Quidditch story to you in the Great Hall. Evidently, he had gone to the Quidditch World Cup and had an amazing time. You stayed behind to visit your mother. It was a lot of fun, actually. Yup looked up to see Neville glaring at Cedric as he stabbed away at some potatoes. You caught his attention, sending a wave his way. He smiled shyly, blushing as he realized that he'd been caught.

Seamus: You sighed wistfully as you watched Professor Snape walk around the Potions classroom, talking in that demeaning and condescending manner he was used to speaking in. Seriously, the man could be insulting you in the foulest ways and it would sound enchanting. Seamus was doing something, but you didn't see him as you hung onto your potions teacher's every word all of a sudden, the cauldron on the other side of the room exploded. You looked over at Seamus, who was looking directly at you, his face covered in soot. Shaking your head, you went back to your own potion.

Blaise: You and Terry Boot had been working together for a week and you were honestly surprised that Blaise waited so long to do something that showed his jealousy. You were actually looking forward to it because Terry didn't seem to respect your relationship with Blaise. "I just don't see a logical reason for you being with him. Hey a Slytherin, so a majority of the school hates him, he's an ass to nearly everyone he comes across, and he's a blood supremacist. Why would you want to be with him?" You started to say something when strong arms wrapped around you. "Hello, dear Blaise. How are you on this lovely day?" You smiled slightly, relaxing into his touch. Terry's eyes widened as he sat up straight. You felt Blaise smirking as he buried his face in your neck. You sighed, knowing Blaise was going to use the entirety of your study session making Terry uncomfortable.

Theo: Theo was rarely one to get jealous, but when he did, it was nothing pretty. It was usually because it was with someone he just knew would have had a chance with you if you had never met you.

Oliver: It was everywhere, it was out there, and it was getting on your damn nerves. Once again, The Daily Prophet had found a way to invade your life and paint you as a horrible person. You saw Viktor Krum at the Market and you decided to say hello. Of course the Prophet made it out to be more than it actually was and now Oliver wasn't speaking to you. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, you got ready to smack some sense into your idiot boyfriend.

Fred: Strangely, the one person he is jealous of when it comes to you is George. He always assumed that you harbored a secret crush on his twin because of how much more open you were with George about certain things. You constantly have to convince him that you'd never leave him for George when he's in one of those moods.

George: Your hours spent alone with Lee bother George and he becomes a bit paranoid that maybe you've run off with Lee or something, which was the farthest from the truth. You always take a little time out for Lee because he was the first person willing to come forth and truly be your friend. You never wanted to lose Lee's friendship. It meant too much to you, and if George couldn't accept that, then he didn't trust you.