A/N: Hello Readers I know it's been way to long and I have no excuse, I personally hate it when authors don't update for every long periods of time, so I sincerely apologize, but as a white flag I present to you the next chapter! I've been working so hard on my other stories; I kind of chucked this one to the wolves, again I apologise. I want to dedicate this chapter to you readers:

-My lovely Greek fan-Loukritia.

-My other fans whose e-mail updates gave me the kick in the arse to start writing on this story again.

Molly Weasley's Match Making Service~ Chapter 9:

"Dance with me?" looking up the face Hermione saw was not the one she expected, but happily accepted her old friend's query, anyways.

"Of course" smiling, Hermione put her hand in his and was swept up and escorted to the dance floor.

"You look quite lovely, Mione"

"Thank you Viktor, your English has gotten exceptionally better." Smiling, they continued their way to, the perimeter marked as the dance area.

"How have you been Mione? Hence Hogwarts what have you bean up too?"

"Nothing really. Im kind of deciding what I would like to do with my life. What I want to do, I love my job really, and it's not to slow nor to fast, yet is not as adventuress. I need adventure and adrenalin, and well…I could accept an Auror position; but I've fought enough bad-guys for a few life times."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'll let you know when I figure it out for myself."

"Oi, Charlie you might want to check this out."

"What Bill?" turning from the punch bowl to his confused looking brother. Charlie followed his gaze to the pretty brunette in the arms of a bulky, Bulgarian seeker, known as Viktor Krum.

"Krum? What is he doing here?" Charlie's gaze watched the couple as they waltzed around the dance floor laughing and smiling, and having splendid time! Charlie's teeth were grinding.

"He's a friend of Luna's from an interview he agreed to do for the quibbler a while back. Why? Oh-my! Charles, do my eyes deceive me or are you…Jealous!"

"No. She is entitled to dance with whomever she fancies a dance with." Bill eyed his brother wearily, Charlie seemed far to calm and collected, his voice to blockaded. Something was up.

"Mhmm, sure Char. Whatever you say…"

"Well, Viktor it was a splendid time catching-up with you but I would like to sneak in a dance or two with someone"

"Yes. I as well, I need to get back to mi date, she let me slip away for one dance and im sure one dance alone. 'Till next time Mione." Smiling the two friends hugged and parted ways to find their next dancing partners.

"Charlie. Come dance with me." Smiling Hermione hoisted the muscled ginger from his seat, his brothers and father laughing at the facial expression he adorned.

"Well, love. It seems you leave me no choice." Leading Hermione to the dance floor, Charlie grabbed her and presumed the classic dancing position, before he began to lead them in a small, slow, circular motion, unlike the fast and exciting dance Hermione had just done before. They slowly spun and rocked to the music.

"So…you know Viktor Krum?"

"Why, yes. He asked me to the Yule ball my fourth year, during the tri-wizard cup"

"Oh! Mum told me you went with a Quidditich star, but left out whom exactly that Quidditich player was."

"Ah, well you know Molly. She's more of the bigger picture kind of woman, details, unless it has to do with a type of party, is not really her style."

"Yeah, Mum, she's somthin'" Grinning down as he twirled Hermione in a cercal. "She's really been riding me on this new reserve, she still believes being a dragon tamer is too dangerous, and I'm not saying it's not, because believe me it is, but I need to. Specifically since we just lost our positions master, Jack put me in charge of finding someone to replace her. I really just don't need mum breathing down my back right now…you know?" Charlie sounded helpless, as he looked down at Hermione. She could tell he seemed stressed. With Charlie nothing seemed to affect him, he pulls pranks with the twins, jokes with Bill, teases Percy, and plays Quidditich with Ron and Ginny, but when you analyse him a little closer you realize, he isn't as easy going, has a lot more stress, he has dark circles under his eyes, he's by far the most solitary Weasley.

Charlie as a boy was very quiet, he would play Quidditich with his brothers, yes, and He loved Quidditich and talked about it frequently, yes. He was the kind of kid who loved playing, helping take care of his little siblings, and just being a kid, but also he liked his "me time". Charlie on days when he got to stressed during summers, when he was home, he'd hide away in his bedroom and do different things, read, doodle, sit, think, etc. He was quietest out of the all the Weasley's. The only two people Charlie ever went too, where Bill and Arthur.

"I understand. I haven't quite been out in the dating seen you know…and your mum, Merlin love the woman, wants grandbabies and im her adopted daughter, so she expects from me just as much as she does from the rest of you, but I just haven't found a guy, and all they set me up with are boring ministry workers!" huffing in exasperation, her Mione looked up to Charlie and laughed, as he corked an eyebrow.

"Tell me how you really feel"

"Oh, shut up you git."

Translation:"Linked together forever be. United forever for all to see, magic ties we need not, yet still we tie our magical knot. Eternally we love, yet we shall never share."

(Translations from George and Luna's Wedding chapter)

I was going over the previous chapters of this story and I feel like I've come a long way in my writing since then, and I think I might do a big edit, but I'll let you all know if I do so, so that you are able to ketch anything that I might just though in randomly or change…again, I'm sorry I haven't had that much time for this story and I'll try to keep on top of things, let me know what you think, please.