Unfortunately I own nothing but Dracaena. My thanks to SLNS for reviewing, Draco and Drey are going to have equally large parts in the story, and I'm going to have fun with Drey's matchmaking schemes. And thanks to QueenNarca for reviewing every chapter.
Later that night in the Slytherin common room Drey and Draco were spending some quality time together, the first time they'd been on their own again since they got back with the court. As they had been separated for so long they enjoyed every minute of time they spent in each other's company. "So, Draco, anyone on the romantic horizon for you." Drey was smiling as she spoke, then popped another chocolate in her mouth. Laughing at her brother as he blushed and then furiously tried to hide it. He only let all of his walls down in front of her. Even in front of the court he left up a few boundaries, as did she. "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh I think you do, I saw how you were looking at Harry at the feast. You were so checking him out."
"I was not." He stressed, throwing a pillow at his sisters head, "I was just, saying hello. Nothing more than that. Besides, he's straight." He tried his best to keep a petulant note out of his voice when he said that. Privately he thought that if Potter had been gay, it would have been a great match. "Oh puh-lease. He is not straight, how could you not see that, aren't you supposed to have a gaydar or something. He so wanted you at the feast tonight, I could feel it, and I wasn't even looking." She giggled at her brothers sputtering; he was so cute when he couldn't think of anything to say. "Anyway what good would it do even if you are right? He might have relaxed with us on the train, but I'm still a Malfoy, and he's still the Boy-Who-Lived. He'd never get involved with a Slytherin." Studying her brother's face Drey came to a shocking revelation. "You're in love with him aren't you?" He started coughing when he heard that, nearly choking on his chocolate. "What, of course I'm not bloody in love with Potter, are you mad." His face was expressive, showing anger and disbelief at the assumption. But Drey was his twin, they may have been separated for years but she still knew how to read him. His eyes were showing pain, he was in love with Harry, he probably didn't know it was love. He was a Malfoy, except for family members, and sometimes not even then, they didn't love. As far as she knew they were the first generation to break that tradition in a long time.
"Don't worry Draco." She told him softly, crawling into his lap like she did when she was little and one of them wanted comforting. "You'll end up together. I know it."
"Drey!" He said, his voice filled with warning. "Don't try match making."
"I'm not going to match make, matchmaking means when neither of the two know that they like each other. You know you like Harry, and Harry is starting to realise that he likes you. I'm just going to give him a little encouragement. You won't need it." She smiled up at him, then feeling that the mood was getting too sombre she smiled and jumped onto the arm of the sofa with the air of a five-year-old. "Now that project should be fairly simple, but who are we going to set the rest of the court up with." Draco looked apprehensive at first, but then he started to smile, a smile with a tinge of maliciousness. "That's right, they're all single aren't they, and if you're dating a Weasley, and we're going to try and set me up with Potter, who are they going to be with?"
"I think that it should be Vince and Greg together, they're just so perfect for each other."
"Crabbe and Goyle! Well, I didn't see that coming." He looked a bit shell-shocked.
"Draco, when are you going to remember that I'm an empathy, I opened my senses on these two when we saw each other again. They both want each other but they're not going to admit it because neither of them think that the other feels the same way." She could see him mulling it over in his head and coming to the same realisation as her, they were so similar and they had the same sort of closeness that the twins did, not as strong, but it was there all the same.
"I know who to put Pansy with, but what about Blaise?" Drey asked, biting her bottom lip while pondering the question. "Who are you going to torture Pansy with?" He asked sarcastically, a gentle smirk gracing his face. Sticking her tongue out at him childishly she replied, "Charlie Weasley. It shouldn't be too difficult, Bill can help, and the lust was rolling off them in waves at the Leaky Cauldron. I didn't even need to open my empathy."
She continued after she told him the name, not letting him have a chance to voice his objections. "But that doesn't help us with Blaise." After deciding to just accept her theories about pansy and Charlie Weasley, she was probably right and it was easier than arguing with her. "I think I know about Blaise, since about third year he's been staring at Seamus Finnegan every chance he gets. You must have seen him tonight. Finnegan's the blond bloke that was sitting with Harry, Granger and the Weasel." Searching through her memories of the feast Drey could remember Blaise staring at a blond on the Gryffindor table, and if she was right he had been staring back. This could be even easier than she thought. A smile told her brother that she remembered and agreed with his plans, then suddenly she flung her had up in front of her mouth to cover a sudden yawn. Laughing her brother picked her up then stood and gently set her on her feet. Before they headed up the different stairs to the dorms he said one last thing. "Why are you doing this matchmaking thing, isn't it just better to let nature take its course?"
"No it bloody well is not better 'to let nature take its course'. I may have been away for a few years, but I still know you lot better than anyone else. None of you will move on it unless you're pushed, or gently nudged, whichever term you prefer. Besides" she said the last part with a cheeky grin, "I need something to do while I'm here, and it's fun to watch you all squirm." Laughing she ran up the stair and slammed the door, squealing whenever she was hit with one of the pillows Draco was pelting in her direction.
Draco laughed to himself as he went into his own dorm, and as he was getting ready changed for bed he silently conceded that she might have a point. Vince and Greg would be perfect for each other, he should have seen it himself really but he had never looked, Blaise and Finnigan was obvious to anyone who looked close enough, and he wouldn't interfere with Pansy and the Weasley, it might work and it might not. And as for him and Harry, he just hoped to God that whatever plan Drey came up with for them worked, he had a feeling that Harry was going to be spending a lot of time with them this year, and he didn't think he could handle that without grabbing him and kissing him senseless. Just before Draco went to sleep he found himself wishing that all of her matchmaking worked, it would be great to see all of his court happy, and he would be ecstatic if her plans for him and Harry came to fruition. But also because Drey loved making the people she loved happy, and he loved to see his sister happy. One thing he knew was that this was going to be a very different year.
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