& A/N: Here it comes, the Chapter!

Harry rubbed his temple. It had been a long day, just as he had guessed. He had managed to finish his day's work. This had been an almighty feat since his mind kept wandering to the mysterious letter he had received and to the tongue-tied business with Hermione. He shuffled his papers and shoved them to the far corner of his desk. He pushed back his chair and stretched. Maybe he would ask Ron or Hermione to get a butterbeer with him. He got up and strode out the door.

Just finishing up too, Hermione sorted out all the things she had been using and placed them back in their rightful place. She paused for a moment. Her hand had somehow found itself above her IN box. She bit her lip. Should she take it with her? She looked up and heard the telltale thumps of Harry's footsteps. Not again! He was close to her cubicle and close to finding her secret.

Opening Hermione's door, Harry found himself looking at Hermione. For the second time that day, he found his mind going blank. Hermione looked up at him. It seemed she had been busy fiddling with something in her coat pocket.

"I was wondering if you want to have a butterbeer or two with me, and possibly Ron?" Harry had found his voice and managed to pull out the question.

Hermione took off her coat from her chair and stood up. "Sounds good to me. I have to go and check on something. You have parked your car out at the front, haven't you?"

Harry nodded.

"Well, I'll meet you out there in about five minutes, fine with you?" Hermione was already halfway out the door. Harry turned to face the back of Hermione.

"Uh what? Oh yeah, fine by me," Harry followed Hermione out her door and turned down the corridor to Ron's cubicle.

Harry knocked on the door and opened it quickly. Inside was Ron, sitting in his chair. At the sound of the door opening, Ron nearly fell back in his chair.

"Gosh mate! Haven't you heard of waiting after knocking! You gave me a bloody fright!" Ron said shakily.

Harry closed the door and sat down in one of the chairs around Ron's desk. "You want to get a butterbeer? Hermione is coming too," Harry said, trying to peer at what Ron had been writing. Seeing this, Ron slammed both his arms down, covering the parchment.

"Privacy Harry! Sorry, I can't come; Luna and I have got something planned with Ginny and Draco. Sorry, maybe we can have something tomorrow?" Ron shook his head.

"Okay then. It's going to be only Hermione and me. Fine by me. Oh, and when did you and Draco become so fond of each other, and don't give me that because-of-Ginny. That is the worst lie I have ever heard."

"Well would you look at the time? I have to go. Okay bye!" Ron ran out of his cubicle, taking the parchment with him. Harry, surprised at his friend's reaction, just sat there. He rubbed his temple. He really needed the butterbeer.

& At the Bar &

In the noisy bar, Harry and Hermione were sitting at a table for two. They had both ordered something to eat. They sat there for a few minutes without saying anything. Finally Hermione decided to break the silence.

"So Harry, how has your day been?" Hermione had to nearly shout over the din.

Harry looked around. He had been staring in space. "Oh, err, it's been unusual I suppose…" Harry trailed off.

"Really? Mine too. So many new and interesting things that can somehow be extra weird…" Hermione too trailed off. Soon silence reigned.

"Two steaks and chips with two butterbeers!" A cheerful waitress swooped in on the two silent friends.

Harry looked up. He suddenly started salivating at the thought of food. What was he? He was becoming more and more like Ron. Thinking only about food, acting like a blundering fool around women.

'Not women in general, Harry. Just a brown-eyed girl named Hermione!' The voice in his head whispered.

Harry screwed up his eyes in an effort to somehow dispel the voice in his mind. He thought back, 'You comment at the most unusual moments, don't you?'

'Only when it seems necessary,' the voice answered.

Harry sighed and started to eat ravenously at the food in front of him. He was dimly aware of Hermione watching him thoughtfully.

& Somewhere near by in a restaurant… &

Draco, Ginny, Ron and Luna clinked their champagne flutes in celebration. The all had big smiles on their faces.

"Success is ours! Operation Matchmaker is in full swing! Both Harry and Hermione will be a couple by the end of the month!" Draco said to the rest of the group.

"Thank goodness we aren't as thick as them. If we had to do this to one another, it would be so tedious," Ginny moaned.

Luna nodded, her chunky earrings bobbing with the movement. "They are so very lucky to have friends that can actually see that they are meant for each other."

All four of them nodded. A mischievous grin appeared on Ginny's face.

"We have to think of a way so that they will be able to admit their undying love for each other! I propose that, ooh lets say, three or four letters down the track, we suggest the idea of meeting? It would be hilarious! Both of them will see each other at the restaurant, waiting for their admirer to appear, but since they will be too embarrassed to say anything to each other about why they were there, they may have dinner together! It would be so romantic, we could even snag a table nearby, without them knowing, and some spells to listen to their conversation, and we have the dinner complete!" Ginny clasped her hands together.

All four grinned and nodded. They would have to set it up and it may take nights and days, but hey, it was worth it after all.

"Well, I don't know about the three of you but I'm famished. We aren't going to achieve anything on an empty stomach," saying this, Draco picked up one of the menus on the side of the table and started peruse through the many dishes. The other three soon followed suit.

- A/N: Okay done. A bit shorter than my other chapters but its quality, not quantity!