Chapter 1: Scarf Attack

"Pleeeeaase! Come on Lorcan I'll never ask for anything ever again!" Dominique begged, using her stunning blue eyes and a few eyelash bats to woo him into submission.

Lorcan stood there unfazed. He'd been through such trails before. In fact, it was becoming more of a weekly basis sort of thing.

"As if Dom. Ten minutes from now you'll just be asking me for something else! Besides, you know that your puppy dog look hasn't worked on me since you were twelve." This was the breaking point. If he could just hold out a few minutes longer he might be able to unwrap himself from around her finger and…

"But Lorcan," she added seductively, grabbing one end of his scarf. "It's just one teensy," she whispered close to his ear. "Weensy," she breathed on the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "Little favor." She finished walking a circle around him and pulled his now unwound scarf from around his neck with a flick of her wrist. And he had been so close!

"Alright fine! But just this once. And if you ever tell anyone that I let you smuggle fire whiskey into the castle, I WILL tell your father of all your dastardly little deeds. And that includes the mandrake incident in Professor Neville's class." He warned threateningly.

Dominique just smirked, satisfied that she had won. She blew him a kiss and whispered something to the effect of, "My hero!" before turning on her heels, and skipping happily away with his scarf.

"I was serious about the telling!" he called after her.

"No you weren't!" she called cheerfully back, turning her head to flash him her famous vela influenced smile. Most guys called it the Deathtrap. Because the second she flashed those pearly whites, BOOM! Your heart was gone, self-respect and responsibilities all thrown out the window. Whatever you were thinking before didn't matter. Because from then on, you belonged to Dom.

Lorcan sighed. He ran a hand through his short cropped blonde hair and continued to watch her slowly shrinking form slink down the hall. He loved the way her long blonde hair swayed as she stepped daintily down the hall, and continued to stare until she had rounded the corner. Dominique Weasley. Now THAT was what a woman looked like.

Unfortunately, she was way out of his league. Sure, Lorcan was popular with the ladies what with his tall stature, dirty blonde hair and warm blue eyes, but he was still a Ravenclaw which made him a first rate nerd. And undesirable to a certain gorgeous, French speaking, half vela. He was whipped. And she wasn't even his.

But that's just how it was. Dom got to date whoever she wanted while he was stuck pining over her while doing all of her dirty work. Well he had had enough! Lorcan set off down the hall more determined than before. He was going to win himself a Weasley woman. And not just any Weasley. Dominique Weasley.

He didn't really know how to woo a woman, considering he'd only had two relationships. Each had lasted less than a few months, and both nearly a year or more ago. How did you go about wooing the most popular girl in school? Getting inside her head he supposed. But how to do that?

Suddenly the answer dawned on him, and he began to feel sick to his stomach. Who would know more about Dom than her favorite cousin/frenemy? But getting that information meant talking to the one person Lorcan feared in the entire school. A strange beast called…

"Lucy Weasley." He muttered. She was 40% attitude, 60% moxie, and 100% certifiably insane. She was also the one person in the school who knew exactly what made Dom tick. Lorcan braced himself. Life was about to get very interesting.