The Downfall of the Weasleys

The Weasley clan loved doing most things together but there was one thing they enjoyed doing above all: setting two people up who were into each other but refused to toughen up and do something about it.

Thus, at a weekend at Shell Cottage, all of them grouped together on the beach late in the afternoon, along with a bespectacled Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini to create an elaborate plan to get Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger to kiss. Or rather, move beyond the 'PG-13 shit', like Ginny called it.

"I can feel the sexual tension every time they grin and flirt with each other," Ginny said plopping down on the beach.

"Me too!" Blaise chimed in. "Every drinking night with Draco becomes a long ramble about Hermione. You can ask Ron."

"Please don't remind me, Zabini. If I ever have to hear the words 'genius' and 'Hermione', I will hex the bastard," Ron complained of one of his closest friends. Ron liked, even loved, being Draco's friend but of late, it had been a task. "Harry, how many times have you heard of Hermione's research from Draco?"

"In the past three days, maybe five or six times."

Percy, who had been with them only since this morning, added, "Mate, I have heard it three times in the past eight hours. As interesting as it it, just make that bloke stop."

"Should we add one of our testing products to his drinks tonight, Freddy?" George smirked at his twin.

"Why did you bring your testing products to my house? I thought we talked about it last time after what happened with Fleur's father!" Bill glared at the twins.

Charlie Weasley, who was usually the most patient of the lot, was losing his patience with his siblings. Merlin, they got distracted with such ease.

"Can we please focus?" he asked his siblings in a tone louder than everyone else's.

"Relax, Charlie," Ginny complained, already halfway through the drink she had carried to the beach. Another problem with his siblings: they always had drinks at the ready.

"You are losing focus."

"Oh, yeah, probably," Bill ruffled his hair.

"What is our action plan?" he asked of them.

"We could lock them in a room together!" Ron clapped his hands together.

"They would never shut up about each other's research papers and how something from 15th fucking century could help them understand it better," Harry complained.

"Very likely."

"What about sending them away on a trip next month?" Charlie asked. For a man like him, the key to romance was always travel. And dragons, but that wasn't practical for most people. But this was Draco and Hermione after all, they were curious about everything in this universe.

"With their schedules? Nope," Zabini ruled that out.

"How about a Love Potion from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes? We have been brewing something stronger," Fred asked.

"Aka hornier!" George grinned, high-fiving Fred.

"You have access to that right now?" Percy asked with curiosity.

"Percy, you, of all people, do not need that potion!" Harry shuddered. He had been in the room next to Percy's last night and it was horrifying and surprising at once.

"I was asking for Charlie!" he defended himself.

"I can assure you I do not need a love potion that my idiot brothers are making for teens."