Competition: Harry Potter Pick Up Lines
Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Susan Bones
Rating: T for suggestive themes
Prompts: "You know, we may not be in Professor Flitwick's class, but you're still charming" and "How about you and me go look for the Room of Requirement?"
Prologue
On Cormac's fifteenth birthday, his father sent him a family secret. It was a very ancient secret, and his father said it had been used to extend the family line for ages. He said it worked on Cormac's mum, as well as Cormac's step-mum, and it was an ancient tradition of the McLaggen clan to use the secret to help them in their endeavors to find the perfect bride.
So when Cormac saw the owl tapping away at his window early on the morning of his fifteenth birthday, he jumped out of bed with excitement. Finally, the day had come! He opened the window and hastily, but carefully, pulled the envelope from the owl's grasp. He opened it, his excited gaze turning to one of confusion when he saw that it was just paper inside. He'd always assumed it was some sort of object or love potion or...
What are these? he thought to himself, unfolding the paper. His eyes started to scan the words written carefully across the top of the page.
"Wizard pick-up lines? Really, Dad?" he muttered, but then he grinned as he started to read them. "Dad, you nasty little bugger. It's a wonder Mum didn't slap your face of the first time she met you," he chuckled to himself.
He was going to have a wonderful time.
One Week Later
"We will be having a Yule Ball in three weeks time, to support the interrelations between the schools competing in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. It's a chance to let down our hair and endorse in some frivolous activity!" McGonagall said regally, but McLaggen didn't hear anything after that.
It was a chance to unleash the family secret upon the next generation of potential brides. Perhaps even get some action thrown in on the side - no harm in testing out the product before buying, was there?
He immediately began to look around for a target. Perhaps a nice Hufflepuff would do to begin with; those girls would be the least likely ones to hit him on sight.
His eyes landed on Susan Bones. She was a year younger than he, a shy little fourth-year who couldn't say no to anything. She'd do nicely.
He ambled up to her, scrolling through his index of memorized pick up lines.
"Hey, Susan," he called out.
She squeaked in reply as he got closer, stopping only when he had her backed up against a wall. "You know, we may not be in Professor Flitwick's class, but you're still charming," he started, placing his hands on either side of her head and leaning closer to whisper in her ear.
"Come to the ball with me?" he asked, and she squeaked again. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you... How about you and me go look for the Room of Requirement? Maybe find a little privacy?"
"I-I- uh, I-I- Ihaveclass!" she finally squeaked out in a rush, and then she wriggled from beneath his arms and ran off, face a sheer, pale white.
"So was that a yes or a no?" he called after her, but she was gone.