Harry Potter Preferences and Imagines

Another Guy Likes You And You Dont See It

Harry: "(Y/N)!" You looked up from sifting through your bag to see Blaise running towards you, a smile on his face. "Hey, Blaise," you said, smiling widely. You missed your Italian friend, having not caught up with him on the train due to Luna dragging you around the train to look for Nargles, which she insisted were flying around Draco's head, which of course you had to see. He hugged you, a lot tighter than he usually did and you could have sworn you heard him inhale. "So how was your summer?" You smiled, telling him all about the summer, spending it playing pranks on your brothers, a little magical training, and traveling to your fathers childhood home. He seemed to be listening well enough. As you talked, you saw Harry, who looked at the two of you. Well, he seemed to be looking at Blaise. That was when you noticed that the two of you were rather close. Stepping back, you told him goodbye and went over to Harry, who glared at Blaise. "He likes you," Harry said. You raised an eyebrow. "Really, Harry? Blaise? I've known him since we were in nappies. He doesn't like me, were just friends." Harry smirked. "I'm a man, (Y/N). I know when a guy sees something he wants and trust me, he wants you." You shook your head. "You're being ridiculous, Potter." He shrugged, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you to your next class.

Ron: "So, (Y/N), how does a girl like you end up with Ron?" You laughed at Seamus's joke, slapping him on the shoulder. "Ron's great," you say. You loved Ron, despite the way everyone claimed hat the two of you made a bad couple. Ron was a great guy, he just didn't show it in front of the whole world. Honestly, before you knew him, aside from the small crush you had on him, you thought he was a bit of a pig and your typical spoiled pureblood brat, despite his upbringing. "If you say so," Seamus said, looking over at Dean with a raised eyebrow, Dean sitting with Ron's sister, Ginny, who glared at Seamus, more than likely for insulting her brother. He got up, waving at you before he left. "That was strange," you said as you watched behind him. "You're so oblivious, (Y/N). Seamus has the world's biggest thing for you." You rolled your eyes. "Seamus doesn't like me, Ginny. I don't know what you're talking about." He didn't! You were sure that if you asked him, he'd tell Ginny how crazy she sounded. "Whatever, (Y/N)," she said with a playful smile, a smile of your own coming to your face as you looked a Ron, who was talking to Hermione and Harry, but looking in your direction with a frown.

Draco: Draco was silent, not having had said a word since he yelled at you about the craziest thing. He said that Neville Longbottom, the poor boy, was flirting with you. He wanted help on his assignment! "I know you're thinking about it." You nodded. "I am. Neville wanted help on an assignment, he wasn't trying to flirt-" "In Herbology?! The day Neville Longbottom needs help in Herbology is the day I put on hand me down robes, dye my hair orange, and call myself a Weasley. I know you want to see the good in everything, but Longbottom has set his beady little eyes on what is mines and I won't stand for it," he seethed, standing from his chair and leaving the common room before you could yell at him for referring to you like you were some broomstick or something.

Neville: "You're overreacting." Neville widened his eyes at you. "You're underreacting! He kissed your hand! I'm no stranger to chivalry, but you don't just go around kissing on taken women's hands." All of this because you were at The Leaky, a pub dedicated to the fallen Leaky Cauldron, and Dean Thomas kissed your hand. It was cute, you thought he was being funny, but Neville obviously didn't appreciate the joke and stormed out of the pub before you could even get your drinks. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd rather get a kiss from you than from him any day," you say, kissing him on the cheek, feeling him smile widely.

Seamus: "Why the hell did you think this was a good idea?" You placed an ice pack on your boyfriend's rapidly swelling eye. Evidently, Charlie Weasley basically dry humped you while you were trying to squeeze through the hallway. Seamus approached Charlie, which was how he ended up with a black eye. He refused to answer you as you laid your head on his shoulder. "You don't have to answer, I accept your apology," you said, kissing him on the cheek.

Blaise: "Draco." He looked at you and nodded. "Your best friend Draco has a thing for me." He glared. "Yes, it's as if I haven't said this ten times already. Drake likes you, I just know he does. He admitted that he liked you in Hogwarts. Drake never admits that he's had a crush on someone unless he's still interested." You stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. "Whatever you say, love," you say, patting him on the head.

Theo: "How do you not see it?!" You placed your hands on your hips. "You're being ridiculous, Theo!" He let his head fall back. "He's always looking at you, (Y/N), always finding some excuse to talk to you or something. He's already got the wizard world in the palm of his hand, but now he's moving in on my girlfriend!" Letting out a rugged sigh, you looked over at him. "Theo, Harry Potter is not moving in on me! You're insane. Yes, I see him a lot at the Ministry, but he passes my office a lot!" He looked at you like you had lost your mind, but said nothing further.

Oliver: "Come, on, (Y/N), I'm not one to believe anything The Daily Prophet writes, either, but you have to admit that this is scarily accurate." You rolled your eyes as you walked around your kitchen. "Oliver Wood, you will not say another word on that ridiculous article. Viktor and I have been friends for years and I highly doubt he would put our friendship in jeopardy because he so called likes me." He looked like he wanted to protest, but your use of his last name. "You can be so jealous sometimes, Oliver! No one is going to steal me away or something, Oliver!" With that, you turned and left the room, hearing him groan aloud.

Fred: "You're crazy." Was he serious? You weren't some oblivious idiot and he was obviously off his rocker. "It's the truth, (Y/N)! I know him!" You placed your hand over your eyes. "You do realize that this is George we're talking about, right? Your twin brother, George." He nodded. "Yes! He has a thing for you!" You really regret teaching him muggle slang. "George does not have a thing for me. You're talking crazy. I'll talk to you later when you get you head on right," you said, grabbing your purse and heading home.

George: "Oliver Wood fancies you." You looked behind you to see George sitting on a loveseat, a copy of the Prophet in his hands. "Oliver Wood likes me." He nodded. "I'm going to bed now, goodnight, George," you said, kissing him on the forehead and heading towards the stairs. "You don't believe me," he said, devoting his entire attention to you. "I don't," you say, walking the rest of the way to your bedroom.

(Excuse me while I go find a way to hit myself over the head with a chair.)