Title: Teach Me

Disclaimer: Check the epilogue of Deathly Hallows. Yeah, characters not mine.

Universe: Canon

Time: Four years after the epilogue.

Characters: Louis, Fred (the 2nd), James (the 2nd), Albus, and Hugo. Mentions of other Weasley cousins.

Ships: Hugo/OC

Genre: Really should remove this category. Let's go with Mystery and Humor.

Summary: How is it that Ron's son, Uncle Ron's son, is sitting at a library table with four girls and none of them wanting to kill him while all his male cousins sit together without anyone of the fairer sex?

"That's just disgusting," Louis muttered, his voice bordering on complete amazement. James nodded in agreement without really thinking as he looked across the common room.

"We should disown him," Fred added. James nodded again.

"I don't think they would take kindly to that," Albus remarked staring at the girls. "I think they would tend to sympathize with him rather than us." Fred growled lightly in acknowledgement. He was lounging across two chairs on one side of the table in the library with Louis next to him. Albus was on the left end of the table and James was on the right. A few yards away, their cousin Hugo, at only thirteen, was surrounded by girls while the four of them sat utterly alone. The worst part was that absolutely none of the girls around Hugo were related to him; he was the only redhead in the bunch. There was no flash of Roxanne's red-tinted braids or Lily's orange flames or Rose's thick auburn ponytail.

"Fine, we won't disown him," Fred agreed.

"He still makes me sick though," Louis sighed. James and Albus both nodded as Hugo laughed lightly and put his arm around the girl on his left. She smiled at him.

"How does he do that?" James asked. "If I tried that, I'd get slapped."

"And none of the rest of them look mad at him in the slightest," Albus grumbled.

"He's such a nerd!" Louis groaned, glaring over at his table. "Why do they like him anyway? He's not particularly handsome."

"Or funny," Fred added.

"Or good at Quidditch," Albus added, studying the table with great concentration.

"Maybe he's using a potion," James suggested.

"On all four of them?" Fred asked pointedly as the girl on Hugo's right used her finger to wipe a smudge of ink off of Hugo's nose.

"Yeah, maybe not," James sighed, seeming to deflate completely as he pillowed his head in his folded arms, his face still turned to the side so he could watch Hugo. Fred shook his head again.

"Maybe he can give us some advice," Albus said. "I mean that girl on his left, she's in my year, a Ravenclaw."

"She's pretty," Louis consented.

"Smart too," Albus told him.

"Stupid Hugo," James growled. Louis and Albus nodded furiously. They turned back as one of the girls pushed her fingers through Hugo's hair, messing up his curls before she and the girl from Albus's year started walking toward the door out of the library. Another of the girls grinned at Hugo, said something to the one other girl left, a girl with wavy brown hair, and picked up her things to leave as well. Hugo and the brunette girl began packing up their books. She kept tucking her hair behind her ears as she spoke to him. Hugo said something back to her and she responded enthusiastically before hugging him. She pulled away sharply and blushed before saying good-bye and hurrying out of the library.

"I think he just asked her out," Fred said in astonishment.

"He's got courage," Louis replied. "I couldn't get myself to ask a girl out until I was fourteen at least. Hugo just turned thirteen in August."

"Maybe that's how he got into Gryffindor," Albus sighed. James looked up to see Hugo walking toward them.

"Hi there!" he said brightly. Fred, Louis, and James stared at him.

"Uh, hi, Hugo," Albus shuffled. Hugo frowned.

"Is everything okay?" he asked. Fred shook his head.

"How could everything be okay," he began, "when you're thirteen and had four girls while Louis and I are seventeen and have none?"

"What four girls?" Hugo asked, seeming genuinely naïve. "I don't remember ever having four girls."

"What about those four girls?" Fred asked in exasperation.

"Oh," Hugo said, his eyes widening as he got the idea. He seemed to find it amusing. "Emma's tutoring Martha and Vanessa in Transfiguration," Hugo explained. "Her friend Jessy just came along."

"Well, what do you need help in Transfiguration for?" Albus huffed. "You do fine."

"Yeah, you're like, super-nerd in every subject," Louis added. Hugo frowned again.

"Super-nerd?" he asked.

"You are," Fred insisted. "So why did you need help?"

"I didn't really. I just- I rather fancy Martha," Hugo explained, his cheeks turning pink. "So I said I'd try and help her too if she wanted. It gives me a chance to study anyway."

"They were all flirting with you!" Fred told him.

"No they weren't," Hugo laughed. "Emma and Jessy just think I'm a cute kid and Vanessa only likes me as a friend."

"But they- but- Hugo!" James sputtered. "You had four girls!" Hugo rolled his eyes and grinned at his cousins as if they were idiotic.

"I demand you tell them what you're up to! You're using them," Louis said boldly.

"I already did tell them," Hugo replied, seeming somewhat offended. "I confessed to Jessy and Emma up front. They thought it was cute. Vanessa asked me if I fancied Martha when I asked her about Martha. She told me Martha fancied me too. And I just told Martha now before I asked her to go to Hogsmeade with me that I asked for help with Transfiguration so that I could get up the courage to ask her out."

"Why would you tell her that?" Fred asked incredulously.

"She thought it was sweet," Hugo shrugged. "Worked out well if you ask me."

"Why would you ask Vanessa anyway?" James questioned. "She was bound to tell Martha you asked about her."

"So?" Hugo asked. "If I asked Vanessa, I would know straight out whether I was going to be rejected or not. Girls tell their girlfriends everything. They always know who their friends fancy." Hugo's grin fell as he felt four pairs of eyes focused on him. "Are you all right?" he asked them nervously. His eyes moved between all four of his cousins. Fred had straightened up and was now only taking up one chair. James's head was no longer in his hands. "Are you?" he questioned worriedly.

"Hugo," Fred started carefully. "I don't think your dad is your dad. But as he's taken you in, I'm begging you, as your adoptive cousin, please teach me."

"Huh?"

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