Rating: K+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and previous plot belong to J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot of this fanfiction.
Love Plus Four
Chapter Seven : Revelations
Hermione and Ron were now a couple, and everyone knew about it. Although their relationship recieved a few negative responses, most of the Hogwarts public was relieved that the two had stopped their incessant bickering.
"It only took three days," Ginny told Harry on Saturday morning.
"Mhmm," replied Harry absentmindedly. He was still thinking about when he could practice for the upcoming Quidditch season. Another thought was creeping into his head: what had Ginny and Hermione been whispering about, anyway?
"Of course," the female Weasley replied, "we're not done yet."
This caught Harry's attention. He figured some further matchmaking would be involved. "Hey," he asked, "where are Fred and George?"
Ginny grinned devilishly. (Of course, Hermione and Ron were out on their 'sacred' first date.) "Hermione and I decided that there was some further setting-up of friends to be done. So we filled out a 'love help' card from Angelina and Alicia's Love Shack shop. The card system is basically a dating dervice. And since Angelina and Alicia fancy the twins, we knew that they would snatch the opportunity to set themselves up with Fred and George."
Harry gazed at Ginny, slack jawed. "They fancy the twins?"
"Wasn't it obvious? With the four of them and Hermione and Ron, it's love - plus four!" she replied huffily.
Harry just shook his head slowly. Suddenly, the two remaining members of the trio burst into the Gryffindor common room.
"I never know how great flying could be!" Hermione raved.
Ginny and Harry looked to Ron for an explanation. Said redhead just shrugged.
"She was begging me to let her fly, so I took her out on my broomstick." He looked just as bewildered as the other two, proceeding to settle into the couch with Hermione. Without proper warning or reason, the four fell into some sort of Saturday stupor. Hermione fell asleep on Ron's shoulder, while Ron just sat thinking (presumably worrying about his upcoming year as a keeper). Harry continued working on that dreaded Potions essay, and Ginny was writing a letter. Everybody snapped out of this little phase (Hermione waking up and saying sleepily, "But I want to join the Quidditch team!") when Fred and George entered the room.
"Wonderful time that was," George said.
"We had a great time on our little blind date," Fred added. The two shot suspicious looks at Hermione and Ginny, who proceeded to excuse themselves promptly.
"Dinnertime!" Ginny yelled, before speeding out of the portrait hole with Hermione in tow.
Harry looked at the clock. "It really is time to eat," he told the three remaining Weasleys.
The twins grinned as the four boys headed down to the Great Hall. Everyone seemed to be in an especially good mood, despite the twins being suspiciously over-observant. Suddenly, the meal was disrupted when Dumbledore stood on top of the staff table.
Their headmaster proceeded to tap dance, stepping to a seemingly complicated routine. Each hogwarts student gazed intently until, with a finalclick, the professor took his seat. Everyone proceeded to clap, quite astonished by their 'insane' headmaster. Fred and George were especially happy, until-
"Would the seventh-year Weasley boys see me in my office after supper," Dumbledore's voice boomed across the hall before he continued feasting.
"Darn," Fred cursed.
"Product S001 was doing so well, too," George said, winking at Harry.
The meal ended late and the students dispersed and went to bed. Before Harry fell asleep, one thought ran through his head:
If the thing with beating Voldemort falls through, I can always get a job as a matchmaker.
FIN
Author's Note: Wow.. it's all done! And it only took me, what? A year? That's what it looks like. Ah, well. I had fun writing this story. And now I can free myself to write for my Tales of Symphonia fic! I am free! I can start a new Harry Potter story! Yahoo! ... yeah, heheh. It was fun. Thanks for reading, and please review!
