Chapter Three

Harry snuggled down in his bed, pulling the quilt closer around himself and Ginny. Brushing ginger curls back from her face he asked Ginny, "Do you think Hermione is happy?"

Ginny was quiet for a while, and for a moment Harry thought she might have drifted off to sleep, when she turned in his arms and gave a sad sort of smile, "Happy? Perhaps. Lonely? Definitely."

"Oh no, I don't mean it like that, it's not a friends sort of lonely, but a significant other sort of lonely," Ginny said when she caught Harry's expression.

"Heh, so if I were to suggest setting her up with someone you wouldn't object and say I just want everyone settled down like we are?"

"It would depend very much on just who you are considering," Ginny replied, curling closer to Harry.

"Remus Lupin."

Ginny's head sprang up in surprise and she looked down at Harry with a look that suggested he'd best have a good reason.

"Remember when you arrived at the Broomsticks tonight? We'd just been speaking of marriage and she totally checked him out at the bar with the oddest expression on her face. I'm fairly sure she has a huge crush on him but doesn't want to fess up about it."

Ginny hmmed and settled back down against him, "You'd best be sure before you go trying to set them up. Would Remus even see her that way even if she liked him?"

"Good point, I've no idea," Harry admitted.

After a few moments of comfortable silence Ginny spoke, "We could have a dinner party, see how they interact with each other, assess whether or not it would work."

"All right. When?" It only took them a few minutes to plan a guest list, menu and decide when it would be best to host the event, taking into account when the next full moon shone.