Hello everyone! I just had to wait 3 hrs at the garage to get my car fixed and this story got written while waiting :) Hope you like it!

'… And ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment we've all been waiting for!'

The place was packed. All single wizards and witches were gathered in their closest world-class quidditch stadiums. The London stadium was full, the Paris stadium was full, Italy, Dublin, Greece, China, America, Canada, they were all full.

The country's different government had come together. Japanese wizards had found a way to find your soul mate by drinking a potion. The potion would take everything into consideration and find your match.

Wizards were gathered in large numbers, because when matched, a fine magical line would connect your heart to your soul mates' heart. If your match was in another country, then your only option would be to follow the line. Once you had found the person at the other end of your line you then had to hold hands and a golden glow would appear around the hands and personalized rings representing the couple would appear on their finger.

Of course, there was the possibility of no line at all. In that case it could mean that your soul mate had not drank the potion, that they were still underage, or that there was just nobody compatible to match with.

The potion was available to anyone who wanted it, as long as you weren't married. The potion had been available for a month now and could be taken at any time. A Japanese government official would then come to the ceremony and would cast a spell to activate the potion. This spell would be cast on the same day, every year.

It was the event of the century. Wizards and witches were excited. Japan had already tried out the potion and it was an immense success. The event had made the papers internationally, showing pictures of the lines crossing one end of the country to the other. Thankfully muggles couldn't see them.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the minister of magic, was standing on a podium in the middle of the quidditch pitch.

'I wish every one the best of luck tonight! Once your match is complete and rings have appeared on your fingers, your names will automatically appear in this book.' There was a book in front of him, opened to the front page, which was still blank. He was clearly eager to see the names appear in it. 'I now invite Hajime Otsuka to join me on stage.' The Japanese government official made his way onto the stage.

He pointed his wand to his throat, then casted a Sonorus, as well as a spell to translate his speech. 'Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honour to cast the spell today. Please stand up. You might feel a little tingle when the spell takes effect. The line should appear in within a minute. The colours of the lines will defer from every couple.'

He stood forward, removed both spells from his throat and began chanting the spell.

Hermione was standing in the stands, all of her friends surrounding her. They had just finished their eight year at Hogwarts and they hadn't even received their results from their NEWTs yet. They were all looking at each other, anxious to know what was going to happen.

Ron had his eyes closed. Harry looked like he was going to be sick. Ginny looked excited. Fred, Neville and Luna all looked really calm, as if they were expecting nothing to happen.

Hermione didn't know what to think. It would be nice to be matched, she liked the idea of the choice being made for her. She just didn't think she had the time to date. Also, she wasn't interested in anybody. She had tried dating Ron during their last school year but it ended up being a fiasco and decided they were better off as friends. She was also afraid that nothing would come out of it. That she was just so different that no one could complete her.

Lines were starting to appear all over the stadium, some connecting with people within the stadium, some were leaping out far in into the sky.

'You have GOT to be kidding me!' They all heard all of a sudden.

They all turned around to see who had spoken.

Angelina Johnson was starring mouth wide at Fred Weasley. YOU! I'm going to kill you! There was an obvious bright red line connecting Angelina to Fred. They had dated on and off throughout the last year and Fred's lost and grief was usually too hard to handle for Angelina and brought on many conflicts in between the two. Fred was obviously very shaken by it.

Hermione had stopped looking at the two of them and turned over to Neville and Luna who were now holding hands. They both had large smiles on their faces, happy with the outcome. Forest green bands with creatures and leaves formed on their fingers.

She was paying so much attention to others that she hadn't noticed her own line. A gold and silver line was coming out of her heart and reaching into the sky. 'hmm... I wonder who it might be?' She murmured to herself.

She looked around. Ron also had a line coming out of his heart. A sky-blue line, who shot right out into the sky as well. Going into a different direction then her own.

Hermione was now searching for Ginny, where had she go? After a couple of minutes of searching for her, she spotted her bright red hair a couple of stands to her left. A silver and purple line was connecting her to a man a couple of feet away from her. They were about to hold hands. Hermione couldn't tell who the man was from this distance.

Hermione turned around to see if Harry had seen. He was sitting down, his head between his hands. Hermione put a hand on his shoulder. 'I don't have a match Hermione.'

Indeed, Harry wasn't showing any signs of having a line forming at all. 'Maybe next year? Maybe she's not of age yet?'

'Whatever.' He mumbled.

'You want to help me follow my line, Harry?' Ron was clearly very excited at the idea that he had a match. 'I hope she's not overseas…'

'Sure.' He mumbled. 'What else am I going to do?' He seemed to be a little shaken.

Hermione gave him a hug. 'She's probably still at Hogwarts.' Trying to encourage him.

'Just my luck, is it? I'm about to start teaching DADA and I'll be matched with one of my students as soon as they leave Hogwarts. That's just great.' He sounded exasperated.

Ron looked a little impatient, leaning his hand towards Harry. 'Are you coming or what?'

Harry looked over at Hermione.

'I'll be fine. You go.' Hermione looked at her own line, still leaping out of the stadium. When she turned around to look back at Harry and Ron, they were gone.

Couples around her had been made. Even the minister of magic looked like he got matched as well. Ginny was still beside her mysterious beau, Fred and Angelina had left, Neville and Luna were holding hands and comparing their rings with other couples' rings.

'Well this is it everyone! What a night this as been! This book is just getting fuller and fuller by the minute! I wish everyone a great night and for those of you who haven't been matched, don't give up hope, and I will see you next year!' Kingsley Shacklebolt, who couldn't stop smiling, waved to everyone while holding hands with a woman who seemed to by shy and kept looking down.

Hermione said goodbye to everyone around her, most wishing her good luck following her line to her match.

She returned to her flat ready for a good night sleep. It was very late after all and who knows, maybe her match was overseas and going to find him would maybe take a long time. Might as well be rested before her search. And who knows… maybe her match will be knocking on her door in the morning.

Meanwhile, in Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy was surrounded with some of his friends, Nott, Goyle, Parkinson, Greengrass. All were drinking heavily looking at lines coming out of their chest.

They were all making fun of Goyle who had a pink line coming out of his chest. He was actively trying to hide it.

'Oh come on, you've got to think it's funny too! I personally think Lockhart could be at the other end of your line. Or maybe Umbridge?' Pansy Parkinson had a hard time breathing as she was laughing so hard.

'You only think it's funny because you don't want to acknowledge your own line Parkinson.' Nott pointed out. Theo Nott himself had a purple line as for Pansy had a bronze line. She narrowed her eyes at him.

'Well I'm glad mine is bronze and not purple.' She quipped back.

Daphnee Greengrass was keeping quiet, 'My line is green and yellow … I guess that can't be too bad… as long as it's not a Hufflepuff…' She looked over to Malfoy. 'You're not saying much.'

'There's nothing to say.' He was slouched down on his sofa, fire whiskey in hand. He was looking down at his own line. His gold and silver line.

The end!

What do you think?
It's written as a stand alone but I was maybe thinking of writing their reunion and possibly other pairings. Thoughts?

Also, i consider myself a hufflepuff, I aint hatting on hufflepuff... just saying :)

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