Harry Potter and the Matchmaker
Chapter Twelve:
"Hello Big Sister," came a voice from behind Loui. She turned and saw a girl who was about as tall as she was with the same hair but with Monti's brown eyes.
"So there you are," Loui said, standing and wiping the grass from her robes. "I was beginning to worry."
The other woman laughed. "Aw, worrying about your baby sister? That's a first," she smiled.
Loui rolled her eyes. "Texas Lily, what on Earth is going on? Why did you bring her here of all places. What if Dumbledore finds out?" Loui said angrily.
"He wont," Lily said, scowling at the use of her full name. Their mother had not been merciful on her as she has on Loui and Monti, but at least they had shortened it to just T Lily and those who didn't know that her first name was Texas just called her Lily.
"Don't underestimate him, T," Loui said, narrowing her eyes. "Dumbledore is one of the best wizards I know. He's smart and though he is a kind and understanding man, I don't think he'll be happy with a criminal who belongs in Azkaban under Hogwarts' roof!"
Suddenly Loui straightened her shoulders and held up her hand to keep her sister from protesting. She suddenly felt as though she were bring watched.
"Come with me," Loui said in a hushed voice as she headed toward the school. Her sister, sensing Loui's anxiety fallowed silently. It was better to be safe than sorry, especially now.
~*~
Before Matt could follow Loui this time, however, one of his students, a pretty seventh year blonde girl, hindered him. "Professor Donavon!" she called. "I need to speak to you about the up coming class." He looked back reluctantly, plastering on one of his charming smiles, and looked at some of the notes the girl had taken.
He leaned over to take a closer look at her notes and missed the look Loui gave him as she as she spotted him on her walk back up to Hogwarts. It was a mixture of hurt and anger.
Just a game to him, she thought. Just a game to all males. To Loui, males, especially this Matthew Donavon, just played up to women for one reason and the harder they fought, the more charmed he poured on. Well, she almost fell for it once, never again.
~*~
It was nearly an hour before Ron's inner war was finished and he decided to go after Hermione. He wanted answers, needed answers, and he owed her the same. She may not want to talk with him but he damn well was going to talk with her and she was going to listen wither she liked it or not.
The only real problem with his plan was he couldn't find her anywhere. He stopped and asked where her room is and when he couldn't find her there, he asked for the location of Loui and Monti's rooms. They seemed to be her best friends now, surely they would know.
He knocked on Loui's door. No answer. He tried again. Still no answer.
"Where is everyone?" he growled and headed to the next door, which was Monti's.
He knocked. "Who is it?" someone called from inside.
"Its Ron," he said, before he could say another word, Loui was out the door, eyes wide, face a bit pale and a sweet, but very fake, smile plastered on her face. She closed the door as soon as she was through it, making sure he couldn't see inside.
"Ronald," Loui beamed, though it didn't reach her eyes. "How are you? Is something the matter?"
"I can't find Hermione," Ron said, eyebrows frowning. He sensed that something wasn't right here, like she was hiding something. He had to reset the urge to throw open the door to see what was up. "Is she in there," he said, trying to nonchalantly get to the handle without causing a scene.
"No," Loui said a bit too quickly, making sure she was planted in front of the door so that there was no way he could get in without forcefully moving her. "Monti's changing."
"I see," the Auror wasn't that convinced but he had more important things to do then play twenty questions.
"Why don't I help you look for her?" Loui offered, actually batting her eyelashes. "Two sets of eyes are better than one after all.
"Yeah, sure," Ron said, still a little reluctant to leave but couldn't say really why. "Do you know were we could start looking?"
"Library," Loui said, grabbing his hand and, literally, dragging him down the hall.
"I've already looked there," Ron protested.
"Than we shall look again," Loui grinned.
