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Flirt Me Once

It had started out as a regular evening. A rare one where Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco, and Pansy all found themselves in the same room, playing a board game in the Gryffindor common room. The animosities of the past had mellowed, and these days, their gatherings were filled with banter, teasing, and sometimes outright chaos.

They had just finished a round of Exploding Snap, and Ron was in the middle of complaining about how Harry had won yet again, when the conversation took an unexpected turn.

"You know, for someone who's so good at winning games, you're absolutely rubbish at flirting," Ron said offhandedly, smirking at Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch, feigning offense. "Rubbish at flirting? I can flirt with anyone, Ron."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Harry crossed his arms. "Yeah. I'm just... subtle about it."

Ron snorted. "Subtle, right. Subtle like a blast-ended skrewt."

Pansy, always the instigator, leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Is that so, Potter? You think you're a master flirt, do you?"

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, though a grin tugged at his lips. "I wouldn't say 'master,' but I could certainly hold my own."

"Oh, really?" Pansy smirked, exchanging a glance with Draco, whose posture had stiffened slightly at the direction of the conversation. She knew exactly what she was about to do, and Draco could feel the impending doom already.

"Prove it," Pansy said, leaning forward with a wicked grin. "Flirt with Draco."

Draco's heart immediately skipped a beat. His eyes widened, and his usually calm composure faltered for a split second. He shot Pansy a death glare, but she just looked back at him with innocent amusement, well aware of his not-so-secret crush on Harry.

Harry's smirk faded slightly, a hint of nervousness flashing across his face. "What?"

"You heard me," Pansy said with a sly grin, clearly enjoying this far too much. "You said you could flirt with anyone. So, flirt with Draco. Right now. Impress us."

Draco nearly choked on his drink. "This is ridiculous," he muttered, trying to sound unaffected. "I don't think—"

But Harry, never one to back down from a challenge (especially in front of Ron and Hermione), leaned forward, his confidence slowly returning as he eyed Draco.

"Alright," Harry said, grinning now, the competitive edge in his voice unmistakable. "I'll flirt with Malfoy. Easy."

Draco sat up straighter, heart racing, but he masked his panic behind a blank expression. He wasn't sure if this was going to be exhilarating or absolutely torturous. Either way, it was about to happen.

Hermione stifled a giggle behind her hand, while Ron just looked highly entertained. Pansy, on the other hand, looked like the cat that got the cream.

Harry took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Draco's. "Alright, Malfoy," he said, his voice dropping just a fraction, teasing. "You ready for this?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his cool despite the rush of anticipation in his chest. "Oh, I'm sure I'll survive, Potter."

Harry's grin widened. He leaned forward slightly, his body language shifting as he rested his elbow on the table, his gaze fixed on Draco in a way that made Draco's heart pound even harder. "Survive? I'd think you'd do a little more than that."

Draco's mouth went dry, but he maintained his composure. "Is that so?"

Harry nodded slowly, his voice softening but filled with that playful intensity. "I've seen the way you watch me, Malfoy. You act like you don't care, but I've caught you staring more than once."