A/N:

I don't know where this came from. Enjoy it all the same!

No physical Marcus in here, but it can definitely be endgame if people like this concept enough for me to expand it :)

Summary: Using Arithmancy, Hermione helps predict her and her friend's best prospects. When they finally get around to calculating their love lives, her match surprised them most of all.

Words: 734

Prompts:

Ministry of Magic Discord Group: Easter Egg Hunt

Polka Dot- (Setting) Apartment/Flat

Ministry of Magic Discord Group: April Monthly (The Odds are in Your Favour)

[food] bread

"Calculations"

Hermione sat on her living room couch, nursing a glass of wine, nibbling on a piece of homemade Italian bread–courtesy of the baking talents of Molly Weasley–with Harry and Ron at her side. It had been three years since the war, and Hermione had delved deep into Arithmancy to figure out her life path. After the trio had gone back to Hogwarts for their missed year, Hermione had had a full blown meltdown when she was given too many options on what to do after school. Should she go into politics? Activism? Teaching? Brewing? There was too much for her to decide, and after getting drunk one night and having an enlightened conversation with Luna Lovegood–whom Hermione was convinced might be a real life Seer, or at least one better than Trelawney–Hermione had just dove head first into using Arithmancy to predict what profession would be best for her and where she could do the most good.

She had not expected an Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries to be one of her choices, but she went and flourished and now she was next in line to be the head of the department in five years when the current head planned on retiring.

So then Hermione had used Arithmancy to predict the most auspicious paths for Harry and Ron. Ron flourished as a Quidditch commentator and sports journalist. He didn't like the writing–his dyslexia gave him problems with the written word–but he had gotten a pretty assistant to transcribe his explanations and they became the best sports duo in the international league.

Harry had wanted to become an Auror, because that was the only thing he thought he was good at–hunting bad wizards and knowing Defense Against the Dark Arts–because it was the only thing he'd done since he was eleven and freshly entering the wizarding world. Hermione's Arithmancy calculations said Harry would do well in a teaching position, and he trusted her, and now he's been the longest standing–at two years–and most beloved DADA instructor at Hogwarts since the 1940s.

Andromeda had pulled Hermione aside a few months after Harry had started his new teaching position, thanking her for getting him to take a safe profession.

"If he were an Auror, I would have been afraid that he wouldn't have come back one day, and then Teddy would have lost his Godfather, too."

Hermione's Arithmancy had touched so many lives, so she thought it was finally time for her to touch one last aspect of their lives they had currently been neglecting: their love lives.

Harry had been first, unsurprisingly being paired with Ginny, whom he had been on and off dating for the past few years. Hermione could see the logic in that: while both were hotheaded sometimes, Ginny thought things through and kept Harry grounded. On the other hand, he made sure she took care of herself whenever she went on a bender carrying on after one obsession or another, especially after she had started playing for the Harpies as a starter.

Ron's match, surprisingly enough, was his assistant. He had gone beet red in the face in embarrassment as Harry and Hermione looked expectantly at him, before he finally blurted out that they had been secretly dating for the past few months anyway.

It gave Hermione hope.

She reached forward with her quill and finished the calculation, polishing off the still steaming slice of crusty bread, ignoring how the boys both each started on their third pieces. Setting her wine down, she couldn't help but be surprised as she took in the results.

"How can that be right?!" Hermione asked incredulously while she stared down at the calculations on the parchment before her.

"Well, you said that your calculations were perfect," Harry started, inching closer to take a peek. He froze as he read the results.

"You even said that they would show your perfect match. If it didn't work for you, then why did it work for us?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect for it to tell me that Marcus bloody Flint would be my perfect match!" Hermione exclaimed, standing up. She reached for her wine glass to drain it just as Ron burst out laughing.

"But Hermione, it's never wrong!" he teased with a wide grin.

"You know," Harry added thoughtfully. "I can see it working."

As Hermione sputtered and blushed, the two boys just laughed.