Dislaimer: Nope, we don't own Harry Potter. We are not worthy...
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Bill Weasley hated being in love. He hated how his heart fluttered, he hated the blush, which would rise in his cheeks when he looked at her, he hated feeling so out of control. But most of all, he hated no knowing if his feelings were reciprocated. He hated the thought of her ending up with someone else. He hated the jealousy when she laughed at another man's joke.
If only he could tell her, but would she ever give him the time of day? She was part-veela, smart and talented. He was just another guy in the crowd, nothing special.
"My, my, I think our older brother is brooding." Fred's voice interrupted his thoughts as the twins sat down on either side of him. "What do you think, George?"
"I think you're absolutely right, Fred. Tell us all about your problems, Bill."
"We won't laugh-"
"or make fun of you."
"Unless your problem is particularly embarrassing-"
"Then we'll tell everyone."
"Gee, thank you so much," Bill said. "But there is no problem, I was just thinking about something." An image of Fleur entered his mind, and he could not hold back the slight blush in his cheeks.
"Something or someone?" George asked. When Bill's blush worsened, he smiled at Fred. "I think he has a crush."
"I don't have a crush!" He said loudly.
"Bill, when it comes to women, no-one knows more than us," Fred said. "Now, who is the lovely lady-"
"-or guy-"
"-you fancy?"
Bill sighed, knowing that the twins would only leave him alone when he told them. "Fleur Delacour."
Fred and George grinned. "You sure know how to pick them. A part Veela. However, you're in luck, we know exactly how to get that lovely lady. First, you need a pick-up line."
"Pick-up lines? Really?"
"Sure, and there are plenty to choose from. For example: You don't have to use Wingardium Leviosa to get me up."
"I must have had some Felix Felicis, because I think I'm about to get lucky."
"You don't have to use lumos to turn me on."
Suddenly, Charlie entered the room. "What are you guys talking about?"
Before Bill had a chance to say anything, Fred and George interrupted him. "Bill's get a crush on Fleur Delacour!"
"And now, we are showing him the art of using a good pick-up line."
"Like, have you heard of Platform 9 3/4 quarters? Well, I can think of something else with the exact same measurements."
Charlie laughed. "You are kidding me? Women don't like stuff like that. Bill, listen to me, I'm older than those two and more experienced when it comes to women."
"Except you like dragons more," Fred said.
Charlie ignored him and continued, "They like romantic things, not those perverted ones. I once got a date saying, 'my love for you burns like a dying phoenix', however 'you must be magical, 'cause I've fallen under your spell' is also a good one." Behind his back George mimicked vomiting. "My favourite is 'Your smile is like expelliarmus: simple, but disarming."
Fred and George burst out laughing. "Those are the sappiest lines I've ever heard!" Fred said. "Even worse than-"
"-the poems dad wrote for mum-"
"-when they were at Hogwarts."
Charlie scoffed. "Listen, I know what I'm talking about. I was one of the most popular guys at Hogwarts, all the girls wanted me."
"ENOUGH!" Bill yelled. "Listen, I really appreciate you trying to help me, but I think I know how to deal with Fleur now." Fred, George and Charlie leaned forward. "By taking none of your advice. I am going to ask her out without any pickup lines." He stomped out the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Was it something we said?" Charlie asked.
