Bring Them Together

Summary: Everyone knows it in their deepest hearts what love is supposed to be. Even Harry, and he sees it in his two friends – now how will he get them together?

Disclaimer: I own this fanfic account, the computer in front of me, and the scar on my little finger – not the scar on Harry's head, any of Harry Potter at all. (Oh fine, I don't own Ron either ;-) J.K.R. is the mistress of it all!

Chapter One: Reconciled With the Obvious

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I've tried everything.

At first, I thought I wouldn't want them together. It would break our trio up, cause awkwardness, and I'd...lose them in a way.

How do I recognize that they're in love? I mean, I myself have never really felt it. But somehow I know. Just like I know that Sirius's death will always hurt, quidditch will always make me happy, and divination will always be a pain.

The plain and simple truth is that my two best friends are meant to be together.

How can they not see it? I've asked myself a million times.

But believe me, somehow Miss Nose-in-a-Book has her nose in that book and Mr. Oblivious is...well, oblivious.

It's actually entertaining watching them cover it up. Just the other day, when they were playing chess, their hands brushed and both blushed profusely, looking away.

To break the awkward moment of silence, I said, "Hermione, I don't know why you and I ever play against Ron. We'll never win."

"Nonsense," she replied – but I heard the grateful tone in her voice.

"Well, Harry's right for once," Ron beamed. "You'll never beat me."

"Well, I like to try," was all Hermione said.

Their game passed by slowly. I looked into the flames and delved into my plans.

Christmas break just started, and everyone left as usual. I have two whole weeks to get them together – and then try not to regret my decisions. I mean, there is this girl I'd like to see more often, but...

"Goodnight Harry," Hermione's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Where's Ron's goodnight?" I teased.

"I already gave him his, while you were on Planet Loony..."

"No, I was just thinking about how you two should get together."

Ron blushed wildly, muttered, and looked down at the chess pieces. Hermione remained in perfect poise, except for the "Don't go there" glint in her brown eyes.

"Of course Harry. Always thinking of more crazy things for your divination assignments." She laughed it off. Hermione had really grown more lax this seventh year.

"Hey, now that I think of it, that would be pretty good to write down."

This time, Ron glared at me.

I just smirked – it was so obvious!

Hermione turned and began walking to the stairs, saying, "As I said boys, good night, sleep tight, and don't let the flobberworms bite!"

Ron looked after her casually.

But I knew it was more than that.

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"Ron, why don't you just tell her?"

"Tell who what?"

We were walking of the quidditch pitch after just a little bit of holiday flying. Soaring through the sky is always a great relaxer, and we played "T-H-E-S-T-R-A-L" with the quaffle.

"Who? Hermione. What? That you love her and want to snog her senseless."

Ron punched me in the arm.

"Ow, Ron, that kinda hurt."

"Sissy."

"I believe that you're the sissy."

"What for?"

"For not showing your true feelings." At Ron's incredulous face, I laughed and said, "Come on Ron! A real man shares his emotions. I can get the truth out of you without Veritaserum – though I may be tempted to use some eventually."

"Fine. I like her – a lot. Now where does this get me? I can't tell 'Mione! She'd freak! She's perfect, absolutely beautiful, smart, funny –"

"I got it Ron. You don't have to extol her virtues to me; you should tell her."

"She'll never feel the same." He smiled pathetically, and I knew it was hopeless to continue down this conversation. So we talked about quidditch, how the Cannons were doing, and how many presents we'd receive in two days.

I need a plan – and I'm no matchmaker.

However, I know just the girls to help me.

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"It's about time someone tried this," Ginny's sigh sealed our deal.

Ginny and I...we are friends. We will never be anything more, even though we both know she had wanted it. We just don't have the Ron/Hermione connection.

I love her as a sister, and I trust her to help me.

My other choice was Luna, but I just couldn't approach her today. She was ice-skating on the lake, her white blonde curls sailing into the wind behind her, blending with the snowflakes...

"Harry, are you having poetic thoughts again?"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes glazed over for a moment there."

"Oh, right. So, what should our plan be?"

"So far, you've gotten Ron to admit that he fancies Hermione. But Hermione will be a tough nut to crack..."

"Couldn't you do it?"

"No, because I just realized a plan..."

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Author's notes: Hey! That was pretty easy! I'm liking this fanfic so far, and I hope you do too. Umm, it's my first one, and I hope you all liked it. Please review! Both praise and criticism are appreciated, because it means my story inspired you enough to take the time to write to me.

I'll update ASAP always. I know what it feels like to wait.