Matchmaker Ch.2

by Badiyannu

a.n//Oh my! I love all my review I recieved for the first chapter of this story! Thank you all SO much! Anyway, I got straight to work on the second chapter and... here it is! Aren't you happy? (You better be- I never update my stories. Even more, this soon.) So, go ahead and read!\\ Badi

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"Well?"

"'Well', what?"

"...aren't you going to get on your broom?"

"Umm," Hermione muttered, "I...umm...don't know how to ride a...*ahem*...broom." Her cheeks flushed pink.

Ron couldn't believe what he had just heard. He burst out laughing, occasionally glancing up at Hermione who was frowning.

"Do my ears decieve me? Hermione Granger doesn't know how to do something?! Holy Christ- I've waited for this day to come!"

Hermione growled and smacked his head, which was bent over laughing. "Honestly, Ron! Now, are you going to teach me or just stand there like a stupid git?"

Ron simmered down and stood up straight, although he was grinning. "Alright, then. Now, hold out your broom in front of you... Yes, like that. Put your hand there... No, the other one... Good lord, Hermione! You only have two hands!"

This went on for awhile until Hermione got the hang of the position.

"Here," Ron said, moving closer, behind Hermione- who was on the broom, "I'm going to have to ride with you at first- just in case you lose control or something like that."

Tentatively, he straddled the broom behind her and barely grasped her waist, softly, when she jerked forward.

"What," Hermione began, whipping her head around to face him, "the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Hermione! I'm trying to help you!" Ron exclaimed, looking aghast.

"By helping me, does not mean that physical contact is necessary!"

"Oh, yes it it!" He planted his hands back on her waist, firmly this time, and pulled himself flush against her back.

Hermione gasped but seemed to melt in his hold.

Ron felt the heat rising to his cheeks when he realized what he was doing. He began to pull back.

"I'm sorry. If you--"

"No," Hermone said, sounding faintly like Professor Trelawny, "I want to learn and if this is the way to do it, I will."

Ron smiled, but he was still a lovely shade of red. "Ah- Miss Granger would do anything to learn." He relaxed and squeezed her waist, gently.

"Honestly, Ron..."

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A green-eyed boy with messy black hair walked into the Gryffindor common room to find a group huddled by the window. He couldn't see what they were looking at so he bounded up the stairs and dumped his books in the boys' domitory. Slowly, he decended the stairs, trying to peer out the window.

"Harry" A voice called out to him. Harry looked down to see Fred Weasley breaking away from the group.

"You've got to see this! Me and George knew it all along!" Fred grinned as Harry quickened his step to the window.

He made his way through the crowd and reached the window. Tiredly, he gazed out of it, trying to figure out what they were looking at. But he saw it soon enough.

"Ron and Hermione?" Harry inquired, turning to Parvaiti Patil, who was brimming with excitement.

"Yes! They're finally together! isn't that great?!" she cried.

"Well," Harry scratched his head, "actually, Ron had to teach her how to play Quidditch for the N.E.W.T.S. It was my idea since I'm with Snape all week..."

A majority of the crowd's faces fell in disappointment and they drudged off to their rooms, but George's lit up as he took Harry by the shoulders.

"Brilliant! Bloodly brilliant, mate! You play matchmaker of the two! Wow, Harry- I hadn't even thought of that!"

Harry froze. "What? I never said..."

"Yes- it's perfect because you are both of their best friends so you can get them together secretly!" Fred had joined in, enthusiastically.

George grinned, "So, you in, Harry? Me an' Fred'll help, of course. We've been trying to get those two together since day one..."

Harry pondered the idea. He wanted his best friends to be together but he was afraid that he'd be left out. Still, he'd seen the signs of interest between the two and he would do anything to make them happy.

"I'm up for it."

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Ron Weasley was not freezing, like the weather in which he was standing in, but he was rather hot. In the face.

As him and Hermione came to a landing, Ron reluctantly took his hands from her waist. He wished he didn't have to- it felt so warm, so right. Like his hands were meant to be there. Close to her...

"Ron! Are you listening?"

Hermione was indeed close but she was only trying to snap him out of whatever silly thing he was thinking. Although, she did not mind the waist thing. Not at all.

"Oh! Sorry, Hermione- I was just thinking about... what we're having for dinner."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "We have the same thing everyday for dinner. How dense can you be?"

Ron flushed at his mistake but covered quickly. "Well, I mean, since it's the Christmas holidays, you'd think they'd change it once in awhile."

Slowly, Hermione's face softened, "Yes. I suppose it would be nice if they changed meals, instead just for Christmas."

Ron sighed, glad that he didn't look like a fool in front of Hermione...wait- what's wrong with that? He did it all the time; why did it matter now?

"Let's go, Ron. Harry's going to kill us if we don't eat with him," Hermione said, holding his wrist and pulling him towards the castle.

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"Ooh! Are they holding hands?!" Lavender squealed in delight.

"Nope," Seamus Finnegan said, dejectedly, "Hermione's just dragging him along."

"Oh..."

The small group, huddled around the window consisted of Fred, George, Lavender, Parvaiti, Ginny, Seamus and Dean. They had been disappointed all throught the lessons as nothing had happened between Ron and Hermione.

Suddenly, Harry walked in from the dormitories and all fourteen eyes looked at him..

Harry scoffed, "Still there? you know, they're headed up here and if they find you all not at dinner..."

And fourteen legs scrambled to out of the room and down to the Great Hall.

Harry plopped down on an armchair. "Finally, I get some time alone in the common room..."

"Harry? What was with that lot running down the stairs?"

The tired boy glanced up to see Ron standing next to a wind-blown Hermione.

"Oh, umm, just late for dinner."

"All of them?"

"Err, yeah, they... Hermione? What's wrong?" Harry paused, looking over at Hermione, who had nearly collapsed into an armchair.

"Oh...uh, just a little... tired..." she replied, weakly. She lifted her face slightly to smile at him and Ron.

Harry gasped, "Hermione! You're so pale and... you don't look so good..."

Hermione picked herself up, "Nonesense- I'm fine." She tried to drudge up to the girls' dormitory.

"Hermione!" Ron cried and stepped in front of her, concern flooding his face, "I think you're sick!"

With that, Hermione fainted into Ron's arms.

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a.n//Haha! I am evil, no? I am sometimes called the cliffhanger queen, but this is not much of a cliffhanger. Oh well, it can still keep you wanting more, right?

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