Harry Potter Matchmaker!

Hermione stumbled out of her bed and glanced at her clock. Five minutes till five. Perfect, No one to disturb her whilst studying. She slipped on her uniform, and hurried down to the common room. To her dismay, there were girls all over, squealing like mad.

What is it this time? She groaned to herself.

She strode over to Ginny, who was smirking at the vast amount of girls out of their minds.

"Gin, what in MERLINS name is going on here?" she demanded.

"Match maker results came back today," she began. "Don't you remember taking them last week?"

Hermione thought back. She had Charms, Potions, Transfiguration...oh dear. She remembered receiving a quiz like paper being placed in front of her...

"Matchmaker, matchmaker..." she mumbled to herself. Then it hit her. "Oh, that silly thing? That's not honestly real. They're making a load of something out of nothing," Hermione informed Ginny.

"Wait until you receive yours. You'll be going mad by sundown," she replied mischievously.

Hermione rolled her eyes, and then, realizing that she wouldn't be getting any real studying done that morning, headed towards the portrait hole.

"Hermione! Wait, you need your results!" cried Lavender Brown, one of the most annoying girls she ever had the horror of knowing.

Lavender hurried after her, waving a piece of parchment in front of her. "You almost forgot this," she said as if she should be awarded a gold medal for handing it to Hermione.

Hermione managed a small smile. "Er, thanks, Lavender."

Lavender skipped off to continue her screeching with the other girls.

As Hermione was crawling through the portrait hole, she heard a girl cry, "I've got Harry Potter!"

Bloody hell.

Sorely angered by missing out on her early morning studying time, she stomped and grumbled all the way to the Great Hall. She sat down at the Gryffindor table, which was extremely empty along with, she noted, all the other tables as well.

As she sipped a cup of tea, she picked up the results for her match maker test.

Your Spell:

Oblivious

You keep your mind closed and are a stuck up know-it-all.

Percentage of School that likes you:

5%

Compatibility:

Girls: Boys:

Most Likely Soul Mate:

Draco Malfoy (Year 6: Slytherin)

Hermione thrust the parchment onto the table in complete horror. Draco Malfoy? Merlin no! Bloody match maker test!

"Hello, Mudblood," a voice sneered. Draco!

"Hello, Pureblood," Hermione snapped.

He frowned. "Is that all you've got for a come back? Pureblood?"

"It's just as bad as your insult," she pointed out.

He sat down, pouring himself a bowl of cereal and milk. What exactly did he think he was doing!

"Malfoy, this isn't your table," Hermione informed him irritably.

"I know, Granger," he retorted with a mouthful of cereal in his mouth. "What, am I bloody stupid?"

"That was the impression I was under," she mumbled.

"Are you talking to yourself, Mudblood?" he asked rudely.

"So what if I am," she replied.

"You're mad," he grumbled, slipping a spoon into the milk filled cereal bowl.

Hermione peered over at him; where he was now busy speaking to the contents in his spoon. "That makes two of us," she answered, smirking as she stood from the table and left.

"Granger! You left your bloody parchment." he sneered as he ran to catch up to her. He stopped running when he reached her side.

"Here," he hissed, thrusting the parchment at her.

Hermione glared at him. As he stalked off, he sneered, "You're my soul mate as well."

Hermione paled, mouth agape, watching him stroll away. Bloody Malfoy. Bloody gorgeous, perfect Malfoy.

Did I just think that? No, he's disgusting and rude! Yes, yes.

"Oi, Hermione! Is anyone alive in there?" a voice cried.

"Oh, hi Ron," she answered, distracted.

"Did you get your match makers results today?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes, yes I did. It's a load of dung," she retorted, tossing it in his face.

Ron's eyes widened and he burst out in laughter. "Draco Malfoy!? Bloody hell!"

Hermione gave him a look of daggers. He stopped laughing. "Er, sorry Hermione."

"Let me see yours," she demanded.

"No," he answered, blushing.

"Oh, let me see." She grabbed it from his hands. As she skimmed it over, it was her turn to laugh.

"Harry!? You got HARRY!" she howled with laughter as she strolled away, leaving a tomato red-faced Ron behind.

It was becoming a strange day indeed. As she went about her classes, all she heard about were the bloody match maker tests. She was becoming intrigued to see what others had gotten, and much to her dismay, she was becoming one of those girls she loathed.

She met Malfoy again, in a deserted hallway. He looked ravishing. No! He looked ugly and horrible.

"Granger. Fancy meeting you here," he snarled.

"Go away, Ferret."

"Away? I don't think so. So, it said we're soul mates. Fancy a snog?"

"A what? Snog you? Come off it."

"Why not? We might as well. We're meant to be," he sneered.

He was moving closer to her, and to her utter dislike, she didn't seem to mind. Hermione, get a hold of yourself! He's Malfoy!

She was against the wall now, stuck. He moved towards her and placed his lips on hers. After a few minutes, they broke apart.

"See, Granger, that wasn't so bad." He strolled away, leaving her once again dumbfounded.

At supper that evening, Professor Dumbledore rose to speak. "Attention everyone. I see that everyone has received their match maker results this morning. I have a bit of bad news. All the results were miscalculated. Anyone you may have thought you were soul mates with, well, aren't. I hope this hasn't caused any problems. Enjoy your meal!"

Hermione blushed a crimson red. She snuck a glance at Malfoy, who had a look of absolute horror on his face. If only she had known that. If she had, she wouldn't have let Malfoy snog her.