Mixed-up Match Makers

Crash. 'Crap, I always have to do that, don't I?' she thought. Whenever I see that mangy werewolf, I lose all hope and trip over everything in sight. Oh, how I love that man. He's so caring and brilliant, but at the same time he has those mischievous eyes that twinkle like Dumbledore's when he's up to something. He's lost that sparkle though, since Sirius died. His eyes look haunted; like he'll never be happy again. Oh, how so I wish I could bring that light back into his eyes, even just for a little while. But why would he want me, I'm clumsy little Nymphadora Tonks. The inept Auror who's nothing special. I'm just a little baby to him, I'll bet.

Crash. 'Tonks is here', he thought wryly. She's such a fun person to be around. She so spirited and happy all he time and not to mention damn beautiful. But of course, who would want anything to do with me. I'm an old, poor, Lycanthrope and she's the exact opposite. Oh, how so I wish she could bring back that sparkle in my life, I really need it. I really love her. Why can't I just have a normal life, then maybe I could be cheerful, maybe even with Dora. I guess I'll never know what it would be like to be in love and have that person love you back. But, to Tonks, I'm nothing more than a nameless order member werewolf, I'll bet.

Unbeknownst to both Remus and Tonks, there was a witness to both of their internal conversations. Harry Potter quietly tip-toed down the stairs of Grimmauld Place into the kitchen where he found Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Ron and Hermione were having another one of their heated arguments, this time about quidditch, while Ginny sat silently glaring at the both of them for being so loud at this ungodly hour in the morning. Harry walked over and sat next to Ginny; Ron and Hermione giving no more notice to his presence than to raise their voices even louder, if possible and were now resorting to using their limbs to 'talk' animatedly whilst involving a few "ouch"s and "watch where you put that bloody hand"s. Harry motioned for Ginny to come into the hall where it was quieter, and Ginny gratefully followed.

"We've got to do something about them. They both fancy each other and everyone except the two of them realize this" Harry said exasperatedly.

"We're talking about Ron and Hermione here, right?" questioned Ginny.

"What! No, Remus and Tonks. What in the world gave you the idea that Hermione and Ron fancy each other?" He asked looking at Ginny as if she just sprouted Hippogriff wings.

"Harry, Ron has fancied Hermione since she went to the Yule Ball with Krum and Hermione has fancied Ron since your second year. They're your bloody best friends. You can't tell me you haven't noticed this," she replied.

"Um, I…but…she and him…huh….Oh. I guess your right; but, back on topic, what about Remus and Tonks."

"Harry, we can't just ignore Ron and Hermione. They both may be being prats about it, but we've got to get them together and finally snogging, as much as I hate to picture Ron doing that." Ginny shuddered, "but…we can also get Tonks and Professor Lupin together, while we're at it," she included quickly as she saw how he was about to retort.

"Okay. How are we going to do this? I'm not too good in the relationships department, if you remember."

"Leave it to me. I'll think of something and after I tell you my brilliant idea, we'll set Operation Coupling into action."

As Ginny walked out of the room, preparing for the plan, she never noticed Harry watching how her hips swayed or how her hair curled just right at the ends.

While Harry and Ginny were plotting their Slytherin-like scheme, Ron and Hermione were still arguing, but now moved on to the more dangerous topic of Victor Krum.

"So now Vicky is sending you love letters during summer. What's next; is gonna' ask you to marry him, now?"

"Stop calling him Vicky," she shrieked. "And no, we weren't planning on getting engaged until after I graduate." 'Oh, that should shut him up for a while,' Hermione thought evilly.

Ron's mouth was hanging wide open after she said this, while he processed what just happened. 'Hermione - getting married? Naw, right? She can't get married. She's mine! Whoa, where'd that come from? I do not fancy Hermione. Do I? Merlin, I think I do. But she's…bossy…mean…and prudish…and sweet…caring…brilliant…and - Oi, I fancy Hermione.' While Ron was going through his own inner dialogue, Hermione was thinking along the same lines.

'Hmm, I wonder why he's so upset about this. Ha, ha…he looks so adorable with his mouth open like that and his brow furrowed. No, Hermione. You can't think about that. I can't fancy Ron. He's my best friend. I decided this already. Besides, he'd never like me back anyway.'

"Hermione…Hermione…'Mione! Are you listening to me? You can't be with Vicky…I mean Krum."

"Ron, I know. I don't like Krum like that. He's just a friend. I just said that to get you to shut up. Sorry," she sighed, defeated.

"Oh, good. So, do you wanna' play some chess, then?"

Hermione looked up at his sincere face and just couldn't refuse. "Sure."

(A/N: Wow...first ever story! So, should I continue with this or not? Please Review!)