"JAAAAMES!"

The whole bar looked to the door where Sirius Black stood looking like a man on a mission. A few women at the bar started whispering at his appearance. He was a bit of a regular at the bar and... well.. at these girls apartments. With his long black hair and deep gray eyes, it was easy for them to fall for him over and over again.

At their normal booth, James Potter sunk low until only the very top of his head could be seen over the booth seat. Spotting the messy hair however was all Sirius needed to zoom into the seat opposite James.

"Hi Sirius," said Peter rolling his eyes as he moved over to fit Sirius into the booth.

"Not now Peter," said Sirius dismissively. "James, we have to get to Diagon Alley."

"What are we chopped liver?" asked Remus Lupin smirking. He took a sip of his beer slinging.

"You're not chopped liver. I don't like liver and I like you guys okay," said Sirius quickly. "But you can't come with me to Diagon Alley because you have Julia and Peter, you have the secret girlfriend in Canada you always tell us about."

"Her name is Elizabeth and she's a secretary for a law firm," Peter said blushing.

"We know Peter," said Julia sarcastically from under Remus's arm. "You've told us that constantly."

"But have I also mentioned that…"

"She's a part time model," echoed the peanut gallery of James, Remus and Sirius. Peter decided he was better off finishing his beer than talking anymore about his "girlfriend."

"But what do I have to do with your trip to Diagon Alley?" asked Julia.

"And a better question is what I have to do with it," said James moving from his place halfway under the table.

"You have EVERYTHING to do with it!" Said Sirius excitedly, almost smacking the waitress. "Oh! Heather! Can I have the usual?" Heather nodded and walked away adding a sexy wiggle to her walk. Sirius leaned out of the booth to watch her walk away. "Have I slept with that one yet?"

"Yeah, in February," asked Remus.

"It's June! I think its time for another trip on that ride."

"Sirius shut up," said James shacking his head. "Focus. Why were you screaming my name just for a trip to Diagon Alley?"

"This," Sirius slapped a brochure down on the table, "is why."

Grabbing it from the table, James eyes widened. "A matchmaker?"

"Aren't those scams?" asked Remus questioningly.

"I don't think so actually. My cousin met her husband through a matchmaker," said Julia grabbing the brochure from James. "Think this might be the same woman. She specializes in matching wealthy wizards with beautiful witches."

"EXACTLY!" yelled Sirius excitedly, scaring Heather as she tried to place the drink on the table. "Sorry Heather," he said winking. Heather rolled her eyes and started walking away. "Hey Heather!"

Heather turned around and walked back to the table. Slinging her long blond hair behind her shoulder, she raised an eyebrow "What do you want Sirius?"

"Are you a strong swimmer?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I'd be happy to teach you a think or two about breast stroking."

Heather leaned over the table, positioning herself seductively toward Sirius.

"Oh could you?"

Sirius smirked leaning forward, eying her cleavage. "Oh yes."

Heather moved fast, smacking him across the face. "Well I can teach you a think or two about cheek smacking. Let me know if you need another lesson."

As she walked away, Sirius turned to his mates with a smile. "Oh she wants me."

"Sure she does Sirius," said James with a laugh. "Guess we can skip the matchmaker then."

"No, no, no! You don't get out of this that easy."

"Why do we even need matchmakers? Don't you get enough ladies?"

Sirius looked shocked. "There is no such thing is enough ladies. I could have a room full of women all focused on my pleasure and I think the last thought in my head would be 'oh, I wish there were less women here.'"

"Sounds like a lot of pressure to me," muttered Peter quietly. The group ignored him as Sirius continued.

"Think about it James!" said Sirius snatching the brochure back from Julia and putting it in front of James's face. "These women are desperate! They'll throw themselves at us! And we'll have our pick. We're the smart, handsome, wealthy men and they are the gold digging, love obsessed, women. Shower them with some attention over the others and then suddenly we're just showering with them."

James sighed. "I really don't need that kid of girl Sirius. I'm fine on my own."

"It has been a while since you've dated anyone James," said Julia quietly.

"Hey!" said Remus, "Leave him alone."

"I'm just saying. Its been more than 5 months since Amelia."

"I've been on some dates," said James grabbing his drink.

"And when was the last time there was a second date?" pressed Julia.

"Better question!" piped in Sirius, "When was the last time you slept with one of them!"

James chocked on his vodka tonic.

"That answers our question," laughed Peter.

James frowned, "And how is Elizabeth, Peter?"

"Yeah, yeah," said Peter quietly.

"Come on Jamsie! This will be fun!" said Sirius getting antsy in his seat.

"You and I have different definitions of fun."

"This isn't for me, this is for you!" Sirius declared. Seeing he wasn't winning this way, he decided to take another strategy. "Fine, we'll just go and grab some quidditch supplies, happy?"

"Really?" James said skeptically. "Just for quidditch?"

"Would I lie to you?" Sirius put on his best puppy dog face. After a moment he cracked into a winning smile. "Ok, don't answer that. Let's just go." Without waiting for a response, Sirius started racing for the door.

James stood up laughing. "I'll catch up with you guys later. And Peter, are you sure you don't want to come with us to the store?"

"Naw. I've got … a floo call with Elizabeth in a few hours," he said, not making eye contact.

Shrugging, James left for the apparition site.

A moment after the door closed, Remus looked to the others, "Ok, whose turn is it to pay for Sirius's drink this time?"

Hello world! I used to write under another Pen Name but read through my old stories and decided I was not passionate about them anymore. Starting fresh, welcome to the first of hopefully a few different stories.

Watching trashy TV is inspiring. I had the idea for this story while watching Millionaire Matchmaker last week. This will be a mix of that show, the matchmaker episode of How I Met Your Mother and thoughts for my crazy little head.

Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions on where I should take the story next, leave me a message in the comments.

Much love!

Melissa