Fifteen. Wooing Lessons from the Weasleys.

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Draco Malfoy had always been a hit with women, so obviously he didn't understand why he couldn't charm the hell out of a certain brown-haired witch. He had flirted, he had flashed his dashing smile, he had even discussed books with her, and yet she didn't get it. How on earth am I ever going to get her to like me back, he thought to himself at the Weasley Sunday brunch. It was a wonderful April morning and all he could think about was Granger laughing with her friends and an ass. That ass being some goddamn friend of Ginny's who happened to be a Quidditch player. Draco had smiled at him when Hermione introduced them but inside he was fuming, ready to burst into flames like a phoenix.

"Draco, you look you are ready to kill," Bill Weasley spoke from next to him.

"Um, I was just thinking about something," he replied.

"Of course you were," the oldest Weasley child said. "Draco, all of us talked about this and we think you need some serious help."

"Talked about what?" he asked confusedly. He had drifted his mind to Hermione and that Quidditch bloke once again.

"Your constant failure at wooing Hermione," whispered George from the opposite side of the table.

"I am not trying to-," he said but gave up no one knowing it was pointless to lie.

"Let's meet at the hill at four today, alright? We have a plan for you," George said smiling.

"What plan?" Draco asked.

"Oh, just some wooing and flirting lessons from the Weasleys!" he exclaimed.

"Wow, that does not sound very safe," he told them.

"Trust us, it will all be worth it!" George said before returning to his meal. Draco wanted to ask them more details about the 'plan' but knew better not to ask further questions. Their answers were bound to scare him anyway.

After the meal, the younger crowd gathered in the attic and got themselves ready for a gaming afternoon. This time Draco made sure he was sitting next to Hermione and not some brunette dumbass that just wouldn't leave her alone.

"Nice day, isn't it, Grangie?" he asked her with a smile. She looked at him oddly but smiled nevertheless.

"Who is the bloke?" he asked, despite knowing who he was.

"I thought I introduced him to you," she said.

"Oh, you did, but who's he to you?"

"What do you mean? This is the second time I am meeting him," she said.

"I asked because you guys look very friendly towards each other," he said. FUCK. He was going to be in so much trouble.

"What are you implying, Draco?" she frowned.

"Just making things clearer for myself, Grangie, I promise," he held up his hands in a defending gesture.

"Alright, don't act too smart though," she said with narrowed eyes.

"Cool," he replied. "So, are you interested in him?"

"No, Malfoy, I am not," she said hitting him on the shoulder.

"Alright, jeez woman, relax!"

"If only you would allow me to," she flashed him a tight smile.

"Sorry," he muttered pulling out his phone so that he didn't get into any more trouble. He now knew why the Weasleys thought he needed help. He was hopeless and pathetic at this. What had Hermione Granger done to him? "What's your plan for the rest of the day?"

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