Rdj: Can You Guys At Least Try To See This From My Perspective?

rdj: can you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

hemsworth: [ crouches down]

hiddleston: [kneels down]

evans: [sits on the floor]

rdj: i fucking hate all of you

I hate him!

Imagine~

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Ron eating. The green beast!

(SET ORDER OF THE PHOENIX)

“Do you honestly think I’ll fail my test?” Harry asked Y/n in the common room.

“Yeah.” She replied nonchalantly. He punched her arm playfully.

“Right, sorry. Uh, no.” Y/n said, smiling at him crookedly.

“You know, you’re not help at all in the comforting department.” Harry smiled cheekily at her.

“Yeah, I don’t think I am.” Y/n agreed, leaning her back on the couch. 

“What are you good at then?” Harry asked, subconsciously taking her hand.

Y/n flushed slightly. “Sleeping and eating.”

“I’m sorry, Ron has already taken that position of talent.” 

“God dammit, Ronald!” Y/n sighed, thinking.

“I’m good at… Harry help me out here.” She ordered him, looking at him expectantly.

“You’re good at getting out of bed,” Y/n chuckled slightly. “Being pretty, being my friend, Defense Against The Dark Arts, Potions; I don’t know how you do that.”

“Oh.” Y/n realized she could do a lot of things. “I’m not pretty.”

“Sure you are.” Harry said with ease, wishing he won’t muck up on complementing her.

Y/n was blushing furiously, a scowl on her face. “Well, I have to go.”

“Uh, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, bye.” Y/n jumped off the couch, scurrying towards Hermione who was doing her homework. She sat in front of the bushy haired girl with a huff.

Hermione looked up with a quirked brow. “What’s got your wand in a twist?”

“Harry! I hate him!” Y/n exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

“I thought you guys were just laughing on the couch…” Hermione trailed off confused. “Sorry, why do you hate him?”

“Because he’s so mushy, compliments me and he’s always smiling making me smile, and-”

“I’m sorry, you said you had a problem?”

“How can you not see the dilemma here?!” Y/n groaned banging her head on to the table.

“I’m pretty sure you have a crush, Y/n.” Hermione stated to her friend, smiling lately.

Y/n lifted up her head, gobsmacked. “No.” She gasped.

“Yes.” Hermione persisted.

Y/n let out another groan. “Why? Why me? And, why him?”

“I don’t know.” Hermione said, simply.

“Even Hermione Granger doesn’t know! I’m doomed!” 

“Just tell him your feelings.”

“NO! Nope, no no no, nopity nope.” Y/n rushed out, horrified.

“Or, continuing being his friend.” Hermione said, amused. 

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded. “That sounds good. Be his friend.”

————-

Y/n hated being Harry’s friend. Absolutely hated it. She hated the feeling she got when she was around him. She hated when he smiled at her. She hated being nothing more than friends.

“Why don’t you just tell him then?” Hermione asked at breakfast time, scrunching her nose up at Ron's’ messy eating.

“Yeah, why don’t you?” He asked, chicken in his mouth.

“Because he’ll reject me! And I’ll have to die, I should just start digging my grave. Oh, my god, I hate my life!”

“Why’d you hate your life?” A voice asked, startling Y/n in her seat. It was Harry.

“Oh, you know….” She looked around and looked at the Professors table. “Snape.”

Harry nodded his head in understanding. “If only we could cast a bogie spell on him.”

“I am not doing it!” Ron shuddered, reminiscing Second year.

Y/n shivered too, that was not a pretty sight.

————–

Over the weeks, Y/n continued to be Harry’s friend, distancing herself from him unknowingly. Harry seemed more upset as he only got to see her twice a day, her usually running off before he can talk to her. And, a pit of jealousy started to stir in his stomach as he watched Y/n interacting with an older boy more than him.

“You’re honestly so dumb.” Alfred, Y/n’s Hufflepuff friend told her. “He definitely likes you.”

“No.” Y/n thought it absurd. Harry? Harry potter liking me? Never.

She sighed exasperated. “I am dumb. I’m just trying to ignore my feeling towards him.”

“And, how’s that going?” Alfred quizzed.

“Horrible.” Y/n groaned.

“I don’t see why you’re hanging out with me, when you could be hanging out with your friends. And, I’m two years older than you, I’m not here for longer, they are.”

“You’re right, Alfie. I guess this is good bye.” Y/n mock cried, walking away.

“Don’t call me Alfie!” He yelled at her retreating form.

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