Harry Potter and the Matchmaker
Chapter Thirteen:
"Who was that?" Lily giggled as she peeked out the door at the hunky man her big sister was talking away with.
"Oh, Ron? That's an old friend of Hermione's, he's an Auror," Monti said pointedly.
"Too bad," Lily pouted. "He certainly is yummy looking. Tall, handsome, and deliectable. Cream for skin and strawberries for hair!"
Monti couldn't help but laugh. "Back off, Loui's working on him."
"For who?" Lily questioned, fettling with a figurine of a unicorn on her sister's shelf. She knew better than to think Loui was working on him for herself.
"For Hermione," Monti said, rolling her eyes. "You know Loui, she senses an unfinished story. I blame this all on you for getting her hooked on romance novels. Its turned her into a regular matchmaking fanatic."
Lily sighed enviously. "Wish she'd try to find someone for me."
"Your sister always did have the knack for love," a cloaked figure said with a chocking laugh. "Must have gotten it from your great-grandmother."
Lily came to the side of the bed as Monti dipped the white washcloth into the cool water by the bed side. She placed it back on the woman's head.
"Hush now, don't strain yourself," Monti said softly.
"Yeah, we don't want you leaving us now. That's against the rules or somethin'," Lily said, trying to joke the pain in her heart away.
The woman merely touched Lily's hand to her cheek and smiled faintly.
"I wish Loui would get back," Lily said, frowning, on the verge of tears as the cloaked woman fell back to sleep.
~*~
Loui in the meantime was getting a major headache and it was just about to get worst as she saw Matthew heading her way.
What did I do that was so wrong? she silently asked the gods.
"And what are you two up to?" Matt Donavon questioned.
"Looking for Hermione, seen her?" Loui asked brightly.
"I think she was at the Quidditch field last I saw her," Matt offered.
"Wonderful," Loui said, grinning, just wanting to rid herself of these two men where she could get back to the matter at hand. "I should have known. She goes there to think, you see. Holds good memories, I believe." Loui informed Ron as she partially dragged him to the field, Matt following the both of them.
Once there, Loui shoved Ron threw the archway leading to the field. "Now, you go talk to her, I have some more things to get done before the tournament tomorrow night," Loui said cheerfully.
She than turned to leave, only to run right into Matt. "Excuse me," she said, her smile almost faltering. "I'm afraid I do have to run."
"By all means," Matt said, standing aside and mocked her by bowing to her as though she was a lady.
"Thank you," Loui said, still grinning as she passed, only to have him grab her arm.
"I'll walk with you," he said as he hooked her arm with his.
"That isn't necessary," Loui said, panic coming into her eyes before she could squelch it.
"Oh, but I think it is Professor Roads, I truly think it is," Matt replied smoothly. "We have a great deal to talk about."
"We do?" Loui questioned, smile still plastered to her face. Man, did her cheeks hurt.
"Oh, yes," Matt said. "And we'll start with this." Before Loui could react, Matthew grabbed her face, bring his lips down to hers in a kiss.
~*~
Hermione gave a sniff as she dabbed at her eyes.
"It seems I have a knack for making you cry," Ron said, wanting to punch someone, he seemed like a very good candidate right now.
Hermione jerked around. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said stiffly. "I was not crying because of you but of something else entirely." What that something else was at this time, she could not say, but she was sure there was something.
"Right," Ron said, propping his foot on one of the benches the players sat on when resting. He obviously didn't believe her.
"What do you want, Ron?" Hermione asked after he didn't say anything for a few moments, just looked at her.
He blinked, his mind going blank. "Oh," he thought for a moment. "We need to talk."
"Not now," she said, standing once more.
"It'll only get harder if you keep putting it off!" Ron insisted.
"There is nothing to talk about," Hermione snapped.
Ron cursed as she walked away. He ran and grabbed her arm, whirling her around to face him. "Fine, if you don't think there is anything to talk about, than you won't say no to me taking you to the tournament tomorrow," Ron growled out.
Hermione blinked in shock. Out of all the things she had been expecting, this wasn't one of them. "Ron, no," she said, getting ready to walk away again.
"And why not? It's for fun and I need a good partner," Ron said, almost cocky.
you handle the mental, a good match," Ron said sensibly. "Unless you're afraid of me or something."
"Why would I be afraid of you?" she snapped.
"Then ask Harry," she replied with a wave of her hand.
"You're smarter. I can handle the physical part,
"You tell me," he said, knowing he was winning. He liked winning. "Do we have a deal?" he questioned, offering his hand.
"Deal," she said, shaking his hand. She couldn't help but feel she made a pack with the devil himself.
