Author's Note: Hello All. I hope you liked the last chapter! This is really fun to write, so I think I am going to continue it. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Night Rain

Chapter Three

"What is it that you want to show me, you crazy woman!"

She is crazy. Crazy like the gum on my shoe. Again, don't ask.

"It was nothing really. I just wanted you to come upstairs."

Evil, evil person.

"And the only way you could think to do that was by dislocating my arm? Honestly Gin, I didn't think you were so violent."

"Guess what."

"You know that I hate this game."

"Guess."

"At exactly one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, Ron will snog Hermione and the sky will turn purple."

"Wow. That was... odd."

...>

"Just tell me!"

"Well, I think Hermione is going to come and spend part of the summer. Just in case she's in danger, she doesn't want to endanger her family too. I have no clue about Harry though. He might end up staying at HQ."

"Would they really do that to him?" That's just cruel. His godfather died, and they want Harry to live in his old house? Talk about evil.

"I don't know. He might stay here, if the Order is persuaded and Dumbledore thinks it's safe."

"Poor kid."

"Tell me about it."

It's true. That boy has gone through more than most people would in an entire lifetime.

"He needs a hug."

"Who?"

"Harry. He needs a hug."

"Um... from who?"

"Anyone. Everyone. He just needs a hug."

"You're so weird. Sometimes I wonder if you're related to Luna."

"That would be fun."

"And a bit creepy."

"How so?"

"I don't know, but it just is."

"And you say I'm weird."

...>

Ah, blissful silence. I like this. Just lying on Ginny's bed, talking about stuff. It's nice. My family wouldn't do that. That's probably what Harry needs. Someone to talk to. Someone that doesn't know every detail of his life.

"Oh no, I think we're going somewhere tomorrow..."

"And?"

"And you might have to stay here by yourself."

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Sure. If you want I can tidy up the house."

"No wonder my mother loves you."

"Aw, Ginny, everyone loves me."

"Right, since you've never once had a boyfriend."

"That's right. Wait... What does that have to do with anything!"

"Amaya, how can you set people up every day, from first to seventh year, and not have any personal experience?"

"It's just a knack, I can't explain it. And I still want to know–"

"We should set you up."

"Gin, need I remind you of the times you have tried that in the past?"

"Ah, we were amateurs. Colin and I could set you up. Seamus and Dean could help too."

"This is going to be great."

"Really! We could narrow it down..."

Okay, tuning her out now. Honestly, how can she do this to me? The last time she and her friends tried to set me up, I ended up hexing the guy. The time before that I punched him. And then the other two times I pushed them in the lake.

Jerks, the lot of them.

You should probably know something about me though... at Hogwarts, I'm known as the resident matchmaker. People come to me for dating advice and such. I've set up people since my first year, and some of them are still dating today. It's weird, and I don't know how I do it, but I guess I just have an eye for that kind of thing. A purple eye...

Anyway, she keeps telling me that I just need to find my 'perfect mate'. Yeah right. That's a bunch of trash.

Ugh, this is going to take hours. She'll probably get the Twins in on it too. Oh joy.


Author's Note: Thanks again for reading! Thank you for editing again Unwanted Red Roses!