"I don't need a wingman, Hermione, I'm perfectly competent at flirting and the like on my own."

Just then, the fellow of your affections walked by, shooting you a warm smile, and you dissolved into a shy grin and pink cheeks as you waved back. Hermione raised a skeptical eyebrow at you as Dean went on his way and you sighed.

"You're right... I'm practically hopeless. Could you help me?"

"It'd be my pleasure."