MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER, MAKE ME A MATCH

AUTHOR: fantasylover12001

RATING: R

DISCLAIMER: I do not own. Very sad about this...

SUMMARY: Draco tries to sort through his emotions and Harry and Remus have a bonding moment. Seamus finally gathers his courage (with some prodding from Harry) and asks Dean to the dance...

PAIRING: Draco/Harry

OTHER PAIRINGS: established Ron/Hermione and Colin/Ginny, Seamus/Dean, and Neville/Luna. Mentions of past Sirius/Remus in this chapter.

Author Notes: Okay, the dance is coming. I promise! Just not in this part. The start of it should be in the next part hopefully. Next weeks chapter will be delayed until the Monday after Thanksgiving because I have a lot of stuff going on that week including my birthday and visiting family. Happy Thanksgiving in advance! Thank you all for your reviews!

duchesscarml-Seamus gets his nerve here. Sort of...

doughgurl-The kissing will be in a little while...I swear!

Kelby the Slytherdor-Mmmm....chocolate cupcakes...

CHAPTER 10: LOVE ADVICE FOR THE HOPELESS...

Draco wasn't avoiding Harry. Really.

He just happened to have a lot of stuff to do lately. They just hadn't anything to do with the Boy Who Lived. That didn't stop him from being thankful for it though, because ever since his conversation with Weasley, he'd been trying to figure out just what he was feeling for Harry. Was it just attraction, or something more? The only thing he did know was that these were not the feelings one felt for a friend.

He was also a little irritated with himself. How did he not realize he was starting to feel this way sooner? He had the feelings identified by WEASLEY of all people! For someone who prided himself on being very perceptive he had been remarkably clueless about this. The irony of it did not escape him at all; and he had called HARRY the clueless one!

With a groan he thumped his head on the table, ignoring the irritated shh from Madam Pince.

"What's with you, Dray?" Blaise asked him. The two were having their study session in the library like they always did on Saturdays. "You've walked around with a scowl on your face since Wednesday! You don't watch it, people are going to mistake you for Snape."

"You know I hate it when you call me Dray, Blaise," Draco muttered. His voice muffled from the table.

Blaise grinned. "I know. Why do you think I do it? Now spill."

"I've just got a lot on my mind, that's all."

"Like?"

"Confusing emotions, schoolwork, N.E.W.T.s, graduation, and a whole load of other things. Can we get back to studying?"

Blaise didn't listen though. "Confusing emotions? What are you talking about?"

'Damn. I didn't mean to say that out loud. I've been hanging around Gryffindors too much' he thought irritatingly to himself. "Nothing. I'm just babbling. Now back to studying."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Dray, I know you're not used to intelligent friends after hanging out with Crabbe and Goyle, but please give me some credit. Now what's eating you?"

Draco sighed. "You're not going to let this go are you?"

Blaise just smirked at him and shook his head.

'Now I know what Harry meant when he said smirking Slytherins are irritating'

Draco sighed. "All right, here's the thing: I think I might be starting to fall for Harry."

Blaise grinned. "Really? What makes you say that?"

"A lot of things I don't feel like talking about right now."

"It's scaring you to death isn't it?" Blaise said knowingly.

Draco bristled at that comment. "It is NOT."

Blaise snorted. "Oh yes, it is. Knowing you, you're analyzing your feelings to death."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Draco, you're a smart guy and all but when it comes to feelings and such, you're a dolt."

"EXCUSE ME?!" Draco said, indigently.

"You think about things to much," Blaise said bluntly.

"I like to be sure about things before I take action, is that a crime?"

"No. But it doesn't really help with love."

"Hey! I said I MIGHT be falling for Harry. I never said the L-word."

Blaise rolled his eyes again. "The point is, you can't analyze feelings like that. You'll only give yourself a headache."

Draco frowned. "Then what do you suggest I do?"

"The next time you're with Potter, DON'T THINK. Just feel what comes and then you'll have your answer."

"Don't think?" Draco stared at him. But Blaise had all ready gone back to his Arithmacy text.

How was he not supposed to think? Blaise had some strange ideas in his head sometimes.

HpHPHp

Remus Lupin looked up from his grading at the knock on his office door. "Come in."

He smiled when Harry looked in shyly. "Hi, Remus."

"Hello, Harry. Come on in. You just saved me from first year essays." Harry grinned at that and sat at his desk. It had become a sort of ritual between the two last year for Harry to come for a chat about every two weeks. Sometimes they talked about Harry's schoolwork, or the latest gossip in the school, sometimes Remus even told Harry stories about his parents and Sirius It varied a lot and frankly Remus didn't care what they talked about, it was just nice to talk with him.

He got out the tea and the two started to talk about the last DADA lesson. Then Remus brought up something he'd been meaning too for a week.

"So Harry, I hear you're going to the Halloween Ball with Draco Malfoy."

Harry blushed. "You heard about that?"

Remus smiled at him. "This is Hogwarts, Harry. You didn't think it would stay a secret did you?"

Harry smiled. "Not really."

"Any idea what you two are going as?"

"No. He said he was going to send an order to Madam Malkins for our costumes. Though that was five days ago; I haven't spoken to him since. I think he's avoiding me," Harry said, with a frown.

"He might just be very busy," Remus said gently.

"Maybe," Harry said doubtfully.

"He'll have to talk to you sometime."

Harry sighed. "Too bad I wouldn't have the heart to flirt with anyone else. Maybe that would get him to talk to me."

Remus winced. "That's probably not the best idea anyway."

"Because it's wrong?"

"Well, yes. But also because...well, Draco's mother was Narcissa Black, right?"

Harry nodded.

"Then he has Black blood in him and the Blacks...have a tendency to be possessive with their lovers."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Oh yes. I've lost count of how many times Sirius got jealous if another man so much as looked at my direction."

"Wow," Harry said. "I never noticed that at Grimmauld place."

Remus smiled sadly at him. "You were a bit preoccupied at the time, Harry. Plus, you had no clue about us then."

"True." Harry waited a beat and then asked, "You miss him a lot, don't you?"

"Every day."

"I'm sorry."

"Harry, I thought we'd settled this. His death wasn't your fault."

Harry shrugged. "I'm still sorry."

Remus decided to change the subject. "I hope you're a better dancer then your father was. He got to be mediocre at best and that was after your mother gave him a few lessons."

Harry blushed. "I've never actually learned."

Remus blinked. "Didn't you have a Yule Ball in your fourth year?"

He shrugged. "I only danced once. Parvati led me then."

"Well we can't have this. Can you meet me tomorrow?"

"I think so, why?"

"I'm going to teach you to dance."

Harry stared at him in slight surprise and then a thankful grin stretched on his face.

'Sirius, you would be so proud' Remus thought, as he returned the smile over his tea.

HpHPHp

Seamus wasn't a stalker. At least he was pretty sure he wasn't.

Sure, he knew Dean's schedule by heart. Could probably tell at any point a day what the other boy would be doing but he wasn't a stalker. He was just hopelessly in love. To bad the other had no clue.

Seamus sighed. 'What the hell is the matter with me? Every time I try to ask him to the dance I chicken out! He's not going with anyone else, I know for a fact that he's bi, so what is my problem? NEVILLE could ask his crush out, why can't I do the same?'

"Dean gazing again, Seamus?" Harry asked him as he sat next to him in the common room.

"Can you blame me? I mean look at him!" Seamus gestured to the black boy who was currently sitting by the fireplace engrossed in a drawing.

Harry sighed. "All right, this has gone on long enough. Go over there and ask him to the dance."

"I can't!"

"Yes, you can."

"No, I really can't. I've tried eight times to ask him to the dance and wind up asking for class notes instead. I'm running out of classes I would need notes for."

Harry gave him a look that reminded him eerily of Hermione. "Seamus, if you don't ask him to the dance right now, I will go over there and tell him myself that you're in love with him."

Seamus blanched. "You wouldn't!"

Harry raised an eyebrow (this time reminding him of Malfoy) and started to get up. Seamus stared as he headed over to Dean.

"Hi, Dean," he said when he got over to him. The other looked up from his drawing.

"Hi, Harry."

"I need to talk to you about Seamus."

Dean glanced over at the Irish boy who was looking at the two of them with his mouth hanging open. "What about him?"

"He's been trying to tell you something for awhile now. But he's been too afraid to tell that he-"Harry's mouth was suddenly covered by Seamus who had run over from the table.

"Has been wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me?" the Irish boy blurted out quickly before Harry could say anything.

Dean shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Seamus breathed a sigh a relief. "Great, I'll meet you here before the dance then." Then he dragged Harry away.

When they got far away enough Seamus finally removed his hand from Harry's mouth. The green eyed boy grinned at him. "See, was that so hard?"

Seamus glared at him. "Shut up, Potter."

He'd be sure to thank Harry later. When the other wasn't snickering at him.

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! The dance will begin next chapter!