The Matchmaker

Summery-
An old hag, having recently lost her own true love has dubbed herself "The Matchmaker". When she sees Hermoine and Draco having a full blown battle in one of the alleys in Diagon Alley she feels that they are actually in love, and sends them on an involuntary trip to "Discover themselves." But they'll discover more than that…

Romance/ Action/ Adventure

Rating- T (for later scenes and language, may be up-ed later…)

A/N-
I don't own Harry Potter. Simple as that. I do, however own the Matchmaker and this plot. All other characters are property of the marvelous J.K. Rowling. If you have a question or comment, feel free to email me or review ( hint- I love getting them). I generally update near the end of the week, but if I am in a very productive mood I may get more done. Enjoy!

Chapter 2- Into the Wilderness

"Alright, Hermoine, Ron and Harry, Go ahead to and buy your supplies. Here, Ron dear, here's a few Galleons to buy your books and other things with. And you have dirt on your nose again. Honestly, I'll never figure out how you manage to get dirt up there. Ginny, come along with me." Mrs. Weasly said to the group of teenagers. "We'll meet back in front of Gringotts in three hours. Be good, and don't spend too much time in Fred and George's little shop."

"I know how Ron gets dirt on his nose," Harry said as they watched Mrs. Weasly fighting with Ginny outside of Madam Malkin's. "he snogs mandrakes all day."

Ron hit Harry on the arm and said "Well, at least I don't…"

"Alright! That's enough!" Hermoine cut in. She could easily see where this was headed.

"We were just joking, 'Mione. Harry doesn't actually believe I snog Mandrakes." Said Ron cheerfully. "Do you, Harry?" He added dangerously.

"Of- of course I don't." said Harry, pretending to cower with fear. The two of them looked at each other, and then roared with laughter.

Hermoine snorted to keep from smiling at her two best friends. Oh, how she loved them. But it was only brother- sisterly love, and they knew that.

"So," she said loudly, "where do you think we should head first?"

"Well," Harry said, checking his list, "I need to head to the apothery. My potions kit is nearly empty. I had to borrow from Neville last year. It was horrible." And so the three went off in the direction of the potions store.

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Several hours and many galleons later, they were all laden with bags from various wizarding stores. Hermoine checked her list one last time.

"Oh no!" Hermoine moaned. "I forgot to get Arithmacy for the Advanced! I'm going to nip over to Flourish and Blott's quick to grab a copy."

"Alright, while you do that, me and Harry are going to go check out that new Quiddich supply store on the corner. Meet us there when you're done, Ok?" Ron said, looking eagerly at the rows of State-of-the-art brooms.

"Bye!" Hermoine said before she rushed off to find her book. Glancing at her watch, she figured she had about fifteen minutes left before they had to be back at Gringotts. Deciding to take a shortcut, she snuck into an alley and started to run toward the back of a building she knew was Flourish and Blott's, when suddenly someone jumped out at her. Someone with White-Blonde hair and steel-grey eyes.

Draco Malfoy was standing right in front of her.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the little mud blood. Where are Potty and the Weasel? Oh, I know. They finally ditched you. About time too." Draco smirked.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy, or I'll turn you into a ferret. I actually prefer you that way." Hermoine shot back. The next thing she knew, Draco had slapped her. Hard. "Ow!" Said Hermoine, tears forming in her eyes.

"You're only a Mudblood, Granger. You don't even deserve to be alive. And don't you dare talk to your superiors that way." Draco spat.

"Oh really, Malfoy?" Hermoine said with hate in her watery eyes. "I was under the impression that I was talking to you, not a superior."

Draco pulled out his wand, preparing to hex the Hell out of her, when suddenly, a bright light shone in between them. It was so bright, that both Hermoine and Draco shielded their eyes from it.

When Hermoine opened her eyes, she found she was in the Wilderness somewhere. It wasn't exactly the wilderness- There was a huge lake in front of them, and a large garden overgrown with weeds. Where they were standing was a large clearing, and the trees all around it were about 50 feet high.

"Wow." Hermoine breathed. Draco, by this time, had also opened his eyes.

"Where the Bloody Hell are we, Granger?" Malfoy asked irritably.

But before Hermoine could answer, a large woman with shoulder-length black hair, and black onyx eyes stepped forward. Her skin was pale, and she was wearing a long, black cloak.

"You, my dears are in the middle of an enchanted forest- it's my personal hide away." When the woman spoke, her voice was very oily. It sounded beautiful.

Hermoine tried to speak, but the woman stopped her.

"You may be wondering why I brought you here? Well, it all started a few months ago, I had recently discovered I was in love with a human, we had bickered for years, but we discovered we were in love. The day before we were to get married, he died tragically in a car crash." At this point, she stopped to dab a black handkerchief at her eyes.

"So, I have named myself 'The matchmaker'. I take it as a personal responsibility to pair together two people for a year, and get them to love each other. And I have picked you two." The strange woman finished.

Draco and Hermoine looked at each other.

"No, absolutely not. I could never even like him!" Hermoine spat at Draco.

Draco sputtered, "I would never lay my hands on a filthy little Mudblood! Who the Hell are you, anyway?"

"I shall not disclose my real name, because that could get me in trouble. But, I'll tell you that I am a hag, since the blonde one looks to dumb to know." Said the Matchmaker.

"But hags are old and ugly!" Malfoy said, "And they can't do magic."

"Au Contraire, Malfoy," Hermoine said, frowning at his naïve-ness. "Hags can make themselves look however they want. And they're almost as powerful as wizards."

"Thank you, Miss." The hag said, smiling at her. "I shall now be giving you your supplies. But first, I'll be needing your wands. No hexing each other while I'm away." Hermoine and Draco's wands flew out of their hands and disappeared. When she heard the noises of outrage when their only hope of leaving disappeared, she figured that they were worried about their wands.

"Don't worry, you'll get them back later." She said sweetly. "Now, here are the tools you get: A knife, A pot, Flint and Steel, Some cloth, a needle and thread, and a spade. Have a nice year! Oh, and I almost forgot. Every month I'll drop by to see how your doing."

And with that, she departed, leaving a bag containing the supplies in her wake.

"Well, that's just GREAT." Draco said irritably. "Good one, Granger." He added sarcastically.

"Malfoy, It…" Hermoine started angrily, but Draco cut her off.

"Ok, Mudblood. I'm going to lay down the ground rules. Firstly, you will be calling me 'Master' at all times. Secondly, you get to do all the work. Cook, clean, build, and whatever else. That is, along with attending to my every whim. Understood?"

"Hell no!" Hermoine said. "I will not be your slave for the next year!"

Draco walked up, and hit her so hard on the face, that she was sure she would have a bruise.

"Oh, you will, that is, if you want to get out alive." Draco said evilly. "Understood?"

"Fine." Hermoine said indignantly, still clutching her cheek.

Draco hit her again.

"I said, call me master!"

"Yes, Master." Hermoine said with loathing in her eyes.

Well, that is the End of chapter two. Draco is turning out to be a real git, isn't he? Don't worry, he'll get better. And now, some thank- you's!

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