Disclaimer: I'm not J. K. Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: This is set during the beginning of the Half-Blood Prince.

"I think I know what's wrong with Tonks."

"Oh really?" Hermione said lightly, barely looking up from her book that sat in her lap, as she sat in a chair between the window and the fireplace with her legs curled up next to her. The sun was streaming in the window, touching at her brown hair, making it almost appear reddish. In contrast, it hit Ginny's red hair and made it look more blonde.

"Yes," Ginny agreed, grabbing the book from Hermione as she sat down cross-legged on the footstool in front of the chair. Hermione's eyes narrowed at Ginny, watching as her book was closed around Ginny's thumb and placed in Ginny's lap. "Don't pretend you aren't curious."

"I'm plenty curious but I'm also curious as to what Raniez has to say about ancient Egyptian runes."

"So you think the same thing I do?" Ginny asked eagerly, a smile coming to her face.

"You're not taking Runes," Hermione reminded her. Ginny sighed as she glanced around the room again. No one was in the living room. Harry had come to the Burrow a couple of nights ago, and he and Ron were outside playing Quidditch with apples. Ginny had thought about joining them but then she realized that Hermione wasn't going and perhaps she would finally have a perfect opportunity to discuss her theory with another girl. Her mother wasn't an option as she was too old and Fleur certainly wasn't an option. Even if Ginny's theory hadn't been what it was she wouldn't have any desire to talk to Fleur about anything.

"I meant about Tonks," Ginny prodded. "Do you know where Mum, Fleur, and Bill are?"

"Bill and Fleur are at work and your Mum is in the garden," Hermione answered, her eyes fixed on her book. "Can I have it back now?"

"I think Tonks is in love with Bill." Hermione gave her a look of confusion but not complete disbelief. Ginny took it as a cue to continue. "Well, think about it, when did Tonks stop changing her hair? About a day or two after Bill and Fleur announced that they were engaged. Probably about the time that Tonks heard and it sunk in that Bill wanted to marry Fleur."

"That makes sense," Hermione said slowly, a little uncertain as she pondered it. "But how come she didn't seem to notice at all last year. Bill was going out with Fleur all the time."

"Because she didn't realize how serious Bill thought he was. And besides, Fleur wasn't at Grimmauld Place as much as Tonks and Bill."

"You think she fell in love with him last year?"

"I don't know. I mean they went to school together. He was a little older than her but, you know, not very much of an age difference. But then again I don't know if they even noticed each other in school. He certainly never mentioned her. I never met her before last year and usually Bill brought home a lot of his friends. But I do think she loves him now."

"That's too bad for Tonks." Ginny nodded.

"They would make a really great pair, don't you think?"

"Ginny, Bill's with Fleur."

"And if he wasn't, then he would be happier, Tonks would be happier, Mum would be happier, and you and I would be happier."

"Why would I be happier?"

"Oh Hermione," Ginny sighed.

"What?"

"I think we should set Bill and Tonks up together, make him forget all about Fleur. It would be much nicer for all of us. I wouldn't have her as a sister-in-law and neither would you once you end up with Ron."

"Ginny that's ridiculous."

"It is not! They would get along well together."

"No, the part about Ron," Hermione sighed. "I think you might have a chance of being right about Tonks."

"So you'll help me?"

"Bill is happy with Fleur."

"For now," Ginny retorted. "And he'd be just as happy with Tonks. All we have to do is make him have some doubts before the wedding and he won't go through with it. Eventually he'll realize Tonks is so much better and forget all about Fleur." Hermione rolled her eyes and held up her hands.

"I won't stop you."

"Thank you!"

"But I'm not helping you either."

Ginny grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled it into a ponytail, scrunching up her forehead. "H-h-hi Fleur," she said, making her voice deeper and sticking her cheek out in an exaggeratedly stupid gesture.

"Oh shut-up. Ron doesn't look like that."

"I'm sorry I'm not a boy. Please Hermione?"

"If I give you any help at all, it is not because I like your brother," Hermione stated primly. "We are friends and nothing more. Will you give me my book back now?"

"No, not till you say you like him," Ginny teased as she jumped to her feet, dangling Hermione's book in front of her and then snatching it back, standing on the other side of the footstool. Hermione rolled her eyes and got to her feet.

"You do realize I'm taller than you and you can't use magic, right?"

"I'm faster," Ginny retorted and dashed away. She heard Hermione sigh again.

"Accio book!" she called out and Ginny felt the volume fly from her hands and into Hermione's. Ginny turned and stared at her incredulously.

"What happened to no magic?"

"They can't detect it here. Far too many adults who can use magic. Excuse me," she said, turning toward the kitchen.

"What have we done to you Hermione?" Ginny called after her laugh. "You've been Weasley-ized already and you haven't even gotten together with Ron yet!" she yelped as her friend went through the kitchen door. Ginny laughed to herself, knowing that at very least she had Hermione's attention to project matchmaker. She decided to grab her broom and head outside to the orchard where Harry and Ron were. She was sick of being inside.

Comments and critiques always appreciated. Looking at about ten shortish chapters, including this one.