Isn't It Just One Big Soap Opera
This, Draco thought, this tall, freckled handsome hunk of Gryffindor sitting on his Aunt Andromeda's couch, was the bane of his existence.
He despised it almost as much as he swooned at the sight of it.
"Oh, hey, Draco!" Charlie said politely when he finally noticed Draco at the doorway, and lunged to his feet, grinning madly. The blond boy struggled not to go weak in the knees.
Merlin's fishnets, he was doomed.
"Um, hello, Charlie." Draco mumbled. Not that a Malfoy would ever mumble. "What're you doing here? "
Charlie's smile was brighter then a lightbulb. "Tonks and I are going to go hang out while I'm in town and she's got the day off from training! I'm just waiting for her to put on something other then her pajamas. " His eyes twinkled with amusement, and Draco about died. "You wanna come?"
"Inviting my kid brother now, are you?" A new voice interrupted before he could reply, and Draco looked over his shoulder to see his cousin grinning at him, her hair bright pink and her eyes turning violet, wearing jeans and a leather jacket instead of her flannels. "Not that I mind, of course, Drakey. Letting loose for a while would do you good! Don't want to get wrinkles, do ya?" She asked him brightly and slipped into the room to grab a handful of floo powder from the fireplace.
"A Malfoy never gets wrinkles." Draco said snootily in response, and smiled when she giggled, before he remembered that Charlie was still standing right there and he immediately shut up. "And, uh, no, I think I have some summer homework left to do. Have fun though!" He said quickly.
Tonks shrugged and threw the powder into the dying flames, called out the name of what sounded to Draco like some stereotypical dirty old pub, and waved as she disappeared.
Charlie gave him one last smile before he followed, and as soon as the green flash faded, Draco's knees buckled and he wobbled over to the nearest sofa, where he sat and buried his face in his hands.
"Even I found that painful to watch." The painting of some distant relative that hung above the fireplace said matter of factly, flipping her blond hair back and hugging the little red dachshund in her lap closer. "And I've sat through soaps with Andy."