Disclaimer: None of the characters or place names are mine. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Any other names mentioned are from my life or imagination.

Chapter 2: A Match Made In…

"My 'air iz a total disaster!" Gabrielle exclaimed as she fussed over her already gleaming hair.

"It's fine. Your hair can't look any better than it does," Kendall said as she watched Gabrielle fling combs, brushes, oils, and other hair care products across the room.

"Okay. I'll take a break from zee 'air and choose an outfit. How 'bout that?" Gabrielle asked. She walked over to the closet. "Oh, I know! How about zat black and red sleeveless dress?"

"I think that's a bit much," Kendall remarked as she scrunched up her nose.

"Oh, okay," Gabrielle replied with a look of disappointment. "Vat about zee purple 'alter and black jeans?"

Kendall began to disapprove, but Gabrielle already was onto a different outfit. As Kendall continued to watch Gabrielle toss clothes everywhere she thought of the perfect outfit.

"I've got it! What about your cream peasant blouse with my lace up glitter jeans?" asked Kendall.

"Zat vould be perfect! I know I threw zat shirt out 'ere somewhere…" Gabrielle exclaimed and began to rummage through the huge pile of clothing. Kendall went to her dresser and got out the jeans.

After Gabrielle had dressed she stepped in front of the full-length mirror. "So vat do you think?" she asked.

"You look great! But can I do one thing?" Kendall asked.

"Sure, go ahead," Gabrielle shrugged. Kendall went up behind her and undid the half ponytail. Gabrielle's hair fell softly down around her shoulders framing her face. Since she was part veela her hair gave off a silver glow.

"You're going to knock him dead. You look very pretty," Kendall approved.

"Zanks," replied Gabrielle. "Oh shoot! I should git going or I might be late. Hey, do you think you could come with me? I really don't vant to go zere alone."

"Yeah, sure. Just let me grab my coat," Kendall did just that and then they both headed for the door.

*`' *`' *

Meanwhile, Heavan and Laura sat on Heavan and Oliver's couch in their apartment. Laura was at her worst. Normally dressed to the tip of fashion, Laura was dressed in sweats and a baggy sweatshirt. She had black tear streaks down her cheek from where her mascara had run from crying.

"WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYY!! GOD, OH WHY!!!" bellowed Laura as she sobbed onto Heavan's shoulder, leaving puddles of black tears on her white shirt.

Heavan didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. She knew the pain of heartache and rejection for she had been there many times.

Oliver peeked his head around the corner of the living room wall. After seeing the sight of the two girls he gave a look of urgency, but Heavan took it as a sign of sympathy.

"Hey, why don't I get us some sodas while you find something on TV?" Heavan suggested.

"Ah…ah…. ah, okay," Laura whimpered. Heavan handed her the remote and left the room.

"SO when do I get the use of the living room back?" asked Oliver as Heavan entered the kitchen.

"Just as soon as I make a phone call," Heavan answered as she dialed the phone.

"'Ello," answered a male's voice.

"Hey! George, can I speak to Danielle please?"

"Yeah, hold on a minute." In the background you could hear a rustling noise as the phone was passed.

"Yes, Heavan?" drawled Danielle.

"Laura is here and she soooo depressed. What should I do?" asked Heavan.

"It's Laura we're talking about. Have her get all dolled up, go out to eat, and then go dancing. Duh! An idiot could have thought of that! Well, wait. I am talking to you, aren't I?" Danielle snickered followed by a giggle.

"Ah, what nice friends I have," Heavan rolled her eyes. "Well better go so I can put the plan into action. Thanks! Bye!" Heavan hung-up and returned to the living room. As she walked in Laura was engrossed in an episode of the Osbournes.

"Hey, I have an idea! Let's say we get dressed–up, go out to eat, and the dancing?" Heavan offered hopefully.

"Sounds great! But I don't have anything to wear and I am definitely not going out looking like this," Laura said running her hand up and down indicating she thought she looked horrible. Heavan was relieved to see and hear Laura acting more like herself.

"Well, we could always express order something by owl," Heavan smirked.

"We could," Laura, said wide eyed. "Do you have any catalogs?"

"Yeah, hold on one minute," Heavan said as she walked to the bookshelf and grabbed the stack of catalogs delivered just yesterday. They both sat cross-legged on the couch and acted like schoolgirls while looking at the clothes. After about thirty-six minutes Laura had found what she wanted. And since she was at it, Heavan decided to get a new outfit too.

Heavan called the toll free number and had the clothes ordered and on their way in minutes. While the girls waited for the parcels to arrive, they did their hair and make-up. Just as they finished there was a peck at the door.

"Oliver, could you get that?" Heavan pleaded.

"Yes, dear!" Oliver answered with a shake of his head and a laugh. A few seconds later, Oliver knocked on the door. "Here you go ladies!"

"Thanks, hon! Oh, would you like to come with us?" Heavan asked. Laura spun her head around and stared wide-eyed at him with a look of worry like she was pleading with him to say no. She wanted a night free of all males. Well, except for those who would hopefully notice her tonight.

Oliver, seeing the look, answered, "Um…a no. That's, um, okay. Let it be a girl's night out."

"Well if you're sure…" Heavan shrugged dumbfounded for see didn't see the look on Laura's face.

Laura turned back around relieved and offered, "Let's get dressed and out of here. This should be good for me." They tore into the packages and began to dress.

As they finished, the girls stared at each other with looks of satisfaction. Laura was dressed in a long-sleeved tight, blue shirt with just a few strips of criss-crossed cloth for a back, a very short jean skirt that hung just above the "forbidden zone". She wore her hair down with her curls gleaming like they were wet with the perfect amount of glitter added. She topped of the look with knee-high boots.

Heavan was in a pair of glittery hip-huggers, which also hung low. She had on a one-shoulder long-sleeved black and red designed shirt that allowed her to show off her newly sculptured body she desperately wanted. Her hair was pulled into a high, half ponytail with the ends curled and a jeweled headband.

"I think we are ready for a night on the town. What about you?" asked Laura.

"Definitely! Lets go!" The girls high-fived and grabbed their coats.

"Don't wait up dear," Laura said to Oliver sarcastically.

Heavan rolled her eyes and then planted a kiss on him, "Bye." They then left the apartment and hopped into Heavan's car.

*`' *`' *

Kendall and Gabrielle's cab pulled up in front of Selise's restaurant. "Vow! Ve're 'ere already," Gabrielle, said amazed.

"Don't tell me your scared," Kendall said.

"Vell, just a little bit," Gabrielle smiled weakly.

"Don't be! You look great and you're about to go out with a guy who adores you," Kendall said meaningfully. She herself had waited a long, long time for a guy to take notice of her. If she only knew that there was.

"Okay, just valk inside vith me and then I guess I should continue from zere on my own. Vat vill you do? I feel 'orrible leaving you!" Gabrielle sympathized.

"Don't worry about me! I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. Maybe I'll go over to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and pick up some more fizz bee whiz bees!" Kendall laughed. Man did she love those things!

"Okay, then. 'Ere ve go," said Gabrielle as they entered the restaurant.

Since it wasn't a well, upscale restaurant, it was a seat yourself place. So the two girls had to stand on tippy-toes in order to see over people. Finally Kendall spotted Harry in a booth and told Gabrielle.

"Zanks! Guess I'll see you back at zee dorms," Gabrielle said and waved goodbye as she walked towards Harry.

"Good luck!" Kendall yelled to her, but the noise inside was so loud she doubted Gabrielle heard her. Kendall watched until her friend was seated and then turned around to leave. As she stepped outside she got the feeling someone was watching her. She turned around and saw nothing. She shook the feeling off and started down the main road towards all the shops.

Just as Kendall left the parking lot, Heavan's car pulled up. The two girls stepped out and speed-walked to the door, eager to get the party started. As they walked in they could only find one spot available, a booth. They walked over and sat down. The waitress came by and took their drink orders.

"You know what? It kind of feels good to be a free women again," Laura laughed. She then flopped her hands onto the table sending her fork off and onto the floor. She bent down to grab it when another hand did the same. She looked up into the green eyes she knew only all to well.