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Flirting Lessons

Draco Malfoy had always been observant. It was a necessary skill, developed over years of navigating the intricacies of Slytherin politics and family expectations. So, when he noticed that Harry Potter-his roommate and, as fate would have it, his unexpected companion during their eighth year at Hogwarts-had been acting a bit strange lately, Draco's curiosity was piqued.

It wasn't hard to spot the changes in Harry's behavior. He had started blushing, stammering, and generally acting like a nervous wreck whenever Draco was around. At first, Draco thought Harry was just tired, maybe stressed from all the schoolwork or post-war trauma. But as the days passed, Draco realized there was something else going on.

Harry Potter had a crush.

Draco, of course, was confident it wasn't on him. That would be ridiculous, right? But it was clear that someone had caught Harry's eye, and the more Draco watched, the more certain he became that his roommate was utterly hopeless when it came to expressing his feelings.

Which was why, one evening, Draco decided to confront Harry about it.

They were sitting in their shared dorm room, Draco lounging on his bed with a book while Harry attempted-unsuccessfully-to focus on his Transfiguration essay at the desk. Harry had been unusually quiet all evening, and every time Draco so much as glanced in his direction, Harry's cheeks would flush pink, and he'd look away quickly.

Draco closed his book with a soft thud and set it aside. "Alright, Potter, spill it."

Harry froze, his quill hovering awkwardly over the parchment. "What?"

"You've been acting strange for weeks," Draco said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up. He crossed the room, his silver eyes glinting with amusement as he leaned casually against the desk. "Blushing, stammering, avoiding eye contact... I think it's time you tell me who it is."

Harry blinked up at him, his heart skipping a beat. "Who... who what is?"

Draco rolled his eyes, smirking. "The person you're obviously crushing on. It's painfully obvious, Potter. You've been a mess lately."

Harry's face turned bright red, and he stammered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh, come on. I'm not blind. I can see you've got a thing for someone, and judging by how flustered you get every time I bring it up, it must be serious."

Harry's mind was spinning, panic rising in his chest. Draco thought he had a crush on someone? Well, he did-but the problem was that it wasn't some mystery person. It was Draco himself.

But there was no way Harry could admit that.

"I-uh, it's not-" Harry stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's just... it's complicated."

Draco grinned, clearly pleased with himself for figuring it out. "Ah, so there is someone! I knew it."

Harry groaned inwardly. This was a disaster. But before he could come up with an excuse, Draco leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Tell you what, Potter," Draco said, his tone smooth and teasing. "Since you're obviously terrible at flirting, why don't I help you out?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, his mind going blank. "H-Help me out?"

Draco nodded, his silver eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yes, help you. I can teach you how to be more... suave. You know, confident. Show you how to charm this mystery person of yours."

Harry's stomach twisted into knots. The very idea of Draco teaching him how to flirt-while not realizing that Harry's crush was actually him-was enough to make Harry want to crawl under a rock. But before Harry could protest, Draco had already decided.