MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER, MAKE ME A MATCH

Author: fantasylover12001

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of this so please don't sue me JKR or WB. You won't get anything from me anyway except for unpaid college bills and a plea to get the sixth book out.

Summery: It's Hogsmeade weekend and Hermione manages to drag Draco along with the trio.

Pairing: Draco/Harry, established Ron/Hermione, Colin/Ginny, Neville/Luna, and Seamus/Dean.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing! I really appreciate it. To answer some questions/comments in the reviews:

Jerrika-Sorry, but Smith will be sticking around for some plot developement. Don't worry though, Harry will end up with Draco because I'm sappy like that...

Swtdreams07-Yes, that was a typo. Sorry, I'm revising this on my own. Next story I write I'm definatly getting a beta.

Faye407-I do believe that's the longest review I've ever gotten. Thanks!

Skeet-Harry and Zacharias won't be dating but Smith will be flirting a lot to make Draco jealous.

Once again, thanks for the reviews!

CHAPTER 5: HOGSMEADE

"Draco!"

Draco turned at the sound of his name and waited for an out of breath Hermione to catch up to him. She grinned at him. "Boy, you're hard catch up too."

He shrugged. "I'm on my way to meet Blaise and Millicent."

Hermione smiled at him. "I won't keep you. I was wondering if you'd like to go with Harry, Ron, and me to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Draco studied her for a few seconds and then asked slowly, "Why?"

She blinked at him in surprise. "Well, we like spending time with you."

He raised an eyebrow. "ALL of you?"

"Yes. ALL of us. Well, Ron's coming around, anyway. Is it so hard to believe we actually like you?"

'Quite frankly, YES.' he thought to himself. Pretty much everyone was ignoring his presence this year. Most of the Slytherins were viewing him as a traitor since he spied for Dumbledore. The only ones who talked to him now were Blaise and Millicent but even they needed some time alone. The rest of the school just didn't trust him at all. Even though he had helped in the war they didn't believe he had changed. It seemed to him as if they were of the belief that if he betrayed his own father he would betray them. Not that he had any cause to betray them TOO even if he wanted to.

As a result people avoided him or ignored him. The Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws looked at him with contempt and distrust. A few Gryffindors were wary of him and some of the ones in his year said hello occasionally but for the most part they ignored him. In fact Harry and his two friends were pretty much the only ones he talked to these days besides Blaise and Millicent.

Remembering this Draco shrugged. "I have some stuff to do but I suppose I can meet you three at the Three Broomsticks later on."

Hermione grinned. "Wonderful. I'll see you at dinner." Then she walked off with a grin that Draco could only describe as triumphant. 'If I didn't know she was with Weasley, I would swear she had a crush on me or something.'

HpHPHp

Harry tiredly pulled on his cloths on Saturday morning and walked downstairs only to be bombarded by Hermione and Ginny when he entered the common room.

"Harry, that's not what you're wearing to Hogsmeade is it?" Ginny asked with a wrinkled nose.

Harry stared at her. "Um...yes? Why, what's wrong with it?"

He glanced down at his cloths which were an old pair of Dudley-hand-me-down khakis and a red sweater that okay, had a small hole in the neckline but was otherwise okay. True, his sneakers had seen better days but he didn't have any other shoes besides those except for his school shoes. Ginny and Hermione must have found something wrong with his outfit though because they rolled their eyes at him.

"Harry, you're hopeless. Come on." With that they dragged him up to the boys dorm and proceeded to critique his wardrobe. After the fifth no to an outfit he held up he finally turned to them in exasperation.

"Why is what I'm wearing today so important?" he asked. "We're just going to Hogsmeade and having Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. Maybe do some shopping. It's not like we're going to a ball or something."

"But we're meeting Draco at the Three Broomsticks. You don't want to look bad in front of him do you?" Hermione said with a sly smile.

Harry, who had been pulling a shirt from his wardrobe spun around at stared at the two girls. "We're WHAT?! Since when?"

"Since yesterday. Now those pants look like they're in decent condition." She nodded to a pair of black slacks in his wardrobe. Harry blinked at her and then looked at them.

"Those are my uniform pants," he said. "Now don't change the subject. When were you planning on telling me this?"

"I just told you. Now do you have a shirt that doesn't have any holes in them?"

Harry stared as Hermione went through his wardrobe along with Ginny. Then he said, "So why exactly is my outfit important again?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and turned to him, "This is so you can make a good impression."

"A good impression on who? Draco's already met me. He's known me for seven years. It's not like this is a date or anything." 'Not that I don't wish it was' he thought. His eyes then narrowed as Hermione and Ginny ducked their heads at his words. "What are you two up too?"

Hermione looked at him innocently. "Harry, I'm hurt. Just because I want to help you with your wardrobe you automatically assume I'm up to something. Really, what kind of friend do you think I am?"

"One who is up to something," Harry said, bluntly.

Ginny snorted. "Really, Harry. You're being paranoid. We're just trying to help you look good. Now sit down while we try to find a decent outfit for you."

Recognizing a losing argument when he saw one Harry sat and muttered softly, "Bloody women."

HpHPHp

Ron knew Hermione had said she was going to try and do something about Harry's appearance for Hogsmeade but he couldn't help but goggle at his best friend as he came into the Great Hall. Instead of the normal baggy cloths and grungy sneakers he usually wore Harry was dressed in black slacks, a light blue button down shirt with a black robe over it. He also wore black shoes that he recognized as the shoes that the guys had to wear with their uniform, only they were scrubbed clean. The only thing that was the same was his hair which was still messy but not as bad as it usually was.

"Bloody hell mate, what happened to you?" he couldn't help but ask. Even though he knew it had to do with Hermione.

Harry glared at him. "Your girlfriend happened. You're lucky she's my friend too. Otherwise, you'd be single right now. You know she tried to do something to my hair?"

Ron nodded neutrally. "I did notice it looked straighter."

Harry snorted. "Yes. All thanks to some bloody spell. Ron, why is Hermione suddenly so concerned about my appearance?"

Ron shrugged and put on his best innocent face. "I have no idea."

Harry looked at him and said sarcastically, "I'm sure you don't. Did you know she invited Draco to come to the Three Broomsticks with us?"

"Really? Well that was nice of her."

Harry just scowled at him.

HpHPHp

After Draco got the book on Egypt he wanted he headed over to the Three Broomsticks and paused at the door looking for the trio. There they were. Exactly where Granger said they'd be. He couldn't help but stare at Potter a little though. He wore a decent outfit for a change and his hair was relatively tame for once. He looked good. Really good.

He walked up to the table casually. "Hello all. No need to despair, I have arrived."

Weasley rolled his eyes, "Oh, thank goodness. We were afraid something had happened to you and we would no longer be graced with your wonderful presence."

Draco smirked. "And wouldn't that be a shame."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Knock off you two. Draco, you sit next to Harry and I'll get a Butterbeer for you."

She left before he could protest and he stared after her retreating figure. Draco shrugged and sat next to Harry and said, "Bossy little thing. How on earth do you put up with her, Weasley?"

Weasley grinned. "I know when to pick my battles and nod a lot."

Draco snorted. "I'll bet." He looked at Harry who was looking down at his Butterbeer. "Nice outfit, Harry."

The other boy blinked and with a faint blush on his cheeks said softly, "Hermione made me wear it."

Draco usually found people who blushed a lot irritating, but for some reason on Harry it was rather cute. "Well, about time someone tried to give you fashion advice."

Harry was spared an answer by Hermione who had arrived with Draco's Butterbeer.

"Hey Malfoy, what's with the book on Egypt?" Weasley asked nodding to the visible cover of his book.

"Oh. I was offered a job that would take place there. I want to know more about the country before I accept."

"Are you going to accept?" Harry asked with an odd tone in voice.

Draco blinked at him. "I'm thinking seriously about it. It's good job and will take me far away from here."

Harry looked down at his Butterbeer. "Is it so awful to be here?"

Draco narrowed his eyes in confusion at the sadness he heard in the others voice. "I'm not crazy about it, no. Too many memories."

"Oh," Harry said softly.

The table was silent a little while after that and Draco looked at the trio in confusion. Harry was looking down at his Butterbeer with his head down and both Granger and Weasley were looking at him in concern. 'What the bloody hell did I say?'

Before he could ask what was wrong Smith popped out of no where.

"Hey, Harry. Why do you look so down?" He pulled a chair over from another table and sat on the other side of Harry. Again, Draco noticed with annoyance, way to close to Harry.

"I'm fine, Zacharias," Harry said softly.

"You don't look it. Malfoy, what did you say to him?" Smith glared at him and put an arm around Harry's shoulders.

Draco glared at him and resisted the urge to push him away from Harry. "I didn't say anything to Harry."

"No, he didn't," Harry agreed. "I forgot something I needed to buy. Excuse me." He pushed past Smith and hurried out of the restaurant.

Draco stared after him and Granger and Weasley who quickly excused themselves and followed their friend. 'Gryffindors sure are a confusing lot.'

A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, that just seemed like a good place to end it. Next parts will be longer, I promise! Please review!!!