Harry Potter Preferences

He Gets Jealous Over A Character You Like

Harry: "Harry! He looks just like you, just with no glasses, don't you think so?" You exclaimed while pointing at the screen. Hiro Hamada, with a mop of black hair and a sharp chin, looked almost identical to Harry in your eyes. "My eyes are prettier," Harry pouted at you. You laughed, "They are, aren't they?" You took off his glasses and put it on the bridge of your nose. "And I like these too." Harry smiled, "Glad to hear it." He said, cuddling into your neck.

Ron: "What's that?" Ron stared suspiciously at the tablet in your hand, screen currently paused at your  favourite movie. "It's a muggle thing, Ronald." You answered, lifting it for Ron to see. He frowned as he examined it, "Who's that?" He asked. "His name is Simba," Ron leaned over even more, "What's he doing?" You laughed, "He's a lion, Ron. You don't have to be jealous." "He's a what!"

Draco: "Y/N," Draco said to you. You looked up from your essay on plants for Herbology. "Yes, Draco?" "You still haven't told me who's Percy Jackson yet." You sat up straighter, "Oh, that. Well, you see-" "It had better not be that Weasley prefect or I'm going to rip that book apart." "Don't you freaking dare, don't you even think about it, Draco Malfoy, or so help me."

Fred: "Y/N," Fred's voice echoed in your head. "Y/N," He said louder, nudging you and finally getting your attention. "Huh?" You shook your head a few times, having blanked out for a minute. "What's up, Fred?" "You were staring at George," Fred said a bit moodily. "Was I?" You gazed at the other red headed twin who was now talking to Ginny. "Why would I do that?" You asked yourself. "I don't know, maybe you should go and ask him what's so captivating about himself." Fred snapped. You looked at him concerned, "What's wrong?" "Don't do that," he answered back. "Do what?" You asked. Then it dawned on you, "Freddie, are you," you laughed, "jealous?" "Maybe, maybe not." "Oh, you so are," you giggled, "Don't worry. You know you're the only Weasley for me."

George: You and George were reunited after a long holiday and he was currently spending some time getting to know what you had been up to for the hols. He soon figured out that a certain white haired lad was getting to his nerves. Yep, that's right. You, as a muggleborn, had returned to your muggle life for the hols and had fallen head over heels in adoration for a certain winter spirit named Jack Frost and now, you were talking endlessly about him, oblivious to George' reddening face. "Okay," He finally snapped and grabbed your wrist, stopping you from talking. "Let's talk about something else." You, well versed in Weasley twin logic, knew exactly why he wanted to change the subject and so, with a faint smirk, began to discuss pranks with George, who looked very happy with the new topic.

Neville: You dragged Neville through the rows of bookshelves in your favourite bookstore, searching for your favourite book. Scanning eagerly through the titles on the spines of books, you let out a small delighted squel when you caught sight of the one who were looking for. "The Son of Neptune?" Neville read over your shoulder, mystified. "You have no clue how long I've been waiting for this to come out." You said excitedly. Neville squinted at one of the characters on the cover page, "Who's that?" "Oh, that's Frank." You informed then tilted your head at Neville, "Come to think of it, you are sorta like him." Neville raised an eyebrow, "In what way?" "A lot, really. Tell you later." You said and rushed to pay for your book, leaving Neville to wonder what just happened.

Oliver: Oliver noticed you staring intently at your broom and he was a bit curious as to why so he asked, "Y/N, mind telling me why you're looking like you want to eat your broom up?" You asked randomly, "Is there any way to change my broom to look more like a dragon?" Oliver looked a bit taken back, the poor guy. "Why the sudden interest in dragons?" "I wanna be like Hiccup." You said, still looking at your broom. ""You... want to get the hiccups?" Oliver asked, wondering why anyone would want to get the hiccups at all. "No, I mean the character Hiccup. He flys." At this Oliver perked up, "On a broom?" "On a dragon," you said, making Oliver go, "Oh," Then he realized you were still looking at your broom, "So... watcha gonna do about your broom?" You stood up abruptly, "I'm going to exchange it for one of Charlie Weasley's dragons, that's what I'll do!" You ran out the door and Oliver ran right after you, wondering what was going on in your mind right now and what the heck was a Hiccup.

New cover everybody!! and its very very pretty, if i do say so myself, credits go to the owner of the picture there and to me for the lovely editing!

(stuck up much??)

And to all of you because the support for this story has been absolutely unbelievable, honestly i could send every one of you a little bunny if i could!

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