Harry Potter and The Matchmaker
Chapter Two:
Loui hurried to the Great Hall. When she got there, the tall, semi-curly haired brunette looked around. She saw her twin, a short, brown eyed woman of 22.
"Yes, Monti," Loui said, using her sister's childhood nickname, "What can I do for you?"
"I saw you," Monti said simply.
Loui took out her wand and began to hang decorations with it. "Saw me do what?"
Monti looked at her sister then. The short-chopped, black haired woman, though shorter then her twin, looked up at her dangerously, holding her own easily. "You, walking up with one, Ron Weasley. Need I say more?" she asked, her voice low, so no one else could hear her.
Loui smiled down at Monti, her blue-green eyes meeting her sister's brown ones. She chuckled a bit. "I know that you weren't thinking I was coming on to him, little sister. I mean, I know that you know that I don't date and that I wont be marrying... ever."
Monti rolled her eyes and went back to decorating the great hall. The students would be eating outside, a sort of picnic for them all, while the reunion people had their ball.
"I know that, what I don't know is what you have up your sleeves," Monti said simply. "I know for a fact you don't walk anyone, not even Harry Potter himself, to their rooms unless you have plans for them."
Loui smiled a devilish smile again as she headed toward the doors. "Oh, sorry little sister, as much as I would adore to continue this lovely conversation, I must go and talk with Hermione. She wanted me to help her with what she is wearing tonight." She then disappeared out of the Great Hall.
Montana called after her. "I am only younger by three minutes thank you!"
~*~
Meanwhile, Ron and Harry where catching up on old times, as well as their new lives, as they walked around the grounds.
"So, you really work for the Ministry of Magic?" Ron asked him.
"Yep, I am the head of the Department of Mysteries," Harry told him.
"And what do you do?" Ron asked, hoping to get some insight on the hold mystery department.
"They don't call it the Department of Mysteries for nothing, Ron," Harry laughed.
As they passed by the lake, Ron changed the subject, "Do you remember when they took me and some others down there and you had to rescue us in the Tri Wizard Tournament?" Ron was careful not to say Hermione's name.
Harry noticed this fact, as well. "Yes, and Fleur kissed us both and Krum invited Hermione to come and visit him in Bulgaria." Harry said, pretending to be casual, though he studied his friend's reaction.
"Hum..." was all Ron said, looking straight ahead, as if they where discussing nothing more then the weather, though his eyes where stormy.
*Hum, indeed,* Harry though and changed the subject.
~*~
Loui walked in on Hermione as she was holding her new dress robes up to herself.
"You'll look great," she told her friend, causing her to jump and look back.
Hermione looked slightly embarrassed as she put the purple robes back and smiled sheepishly. "I guess I am just a little nervous," she confessed.
"About what?" Loui asked, sitting on the bed and holding the dress robes up to look at them herself.
"About what," Hermione repeated cynically and continued very sarcastically. "You're right, I have absolutely nothing to worry about. Only the all the people I went to school with, all the people who knew me back then and, most of whom, don't know me now, are coming here, to the place I work." She suddenly sat down on the bed, near Loui. "I can't do this," she said, looking worriedly at the floor.
Loui sat up straight, looked at her friend's slumped shoulders for a moment and then took Hermione's face in her hands, making the worried looking 23 year old look at her.
"You're going to be fine," Loui said, slowly with a smile. "You look great. I can say that because I saw your sixth year school photo and you are going to knock them all dead. Expectably when Monti gets done with your hair and I do your makeup. Besides, Monti and I will be right there with you the whole time."
Hermione smiled her gratitude at her best friend as she began to feel better. She stood up, looking in the mirror once more, trying to envision what she would look like when the ball came.
"You know," Hermione said, fixing her light pink lipstick which didn't need fixing at all. "If I have to get all dressed up with hair and makeup and all, then so do you." She turned at the last part, as if making it definite.
"Oh no," Loui said, standing and backing toward the door. "You'll not get me dressed up like some Barbie doll."
Hermione smiled at her. "Aw... and here I thought you wanted to impress our Professor Matt Donavon," Hermione said teasingly.
Loui rolled her eyes and groaned. "You know for a fact I have no interest in Professor Donavon. I evade his advances at every turn," Loui said defensively.
Hermione laughed. "I know, but fairs fair. If you are going to dress me up you and Monti have to dress up as well. Monti already agreed." Hermione said.
Loui sighed. "Fine," she said, much like a sulking child. "I'll drag out my old dress robes." With that, Loui left and Hermione got ready.
Loui returned to her room, where her sister was already dressing in her black dress robes and had Loui's maroon ones set out. After the twin got ready, they went to Hermione's room, to fix their hair and makeup. Loui was sulking the whole time.
