Myrtle the Matchmaker

The Matchmaker

Prologue:

Moaning Myrtle sat in a heap in her usual stall, on top of her usual toilet. She was moaning once again, today about her death and how no one ever came to visit her.

She was about to flush herself down the toilet to have some small amount of fun instead of her endless moping when she heard the door of her bathroom open and someone walk in. Myrtle pushed her thick glasses back on her nose.

"Who is that?" she muttered, making sure that the person who had entered could not hear her.

She never had visitors. Not since Harry and his friends had decoded to brew a potion in her stall four years ago. The second person in the bathroom was breathing loudly and squeaking. It sounded as if they were crying.

Myrtle slightly opened the door to the bathroom stall, so she could peer out and was still unseen herself.

It wasn't Harry.

She let out a moan of defeat to herself. Nothing ever went the way she wanted it to.

"Oh...God..." the voice outside choked on the words. "Oh..." The girl hiccupped and tears continued to flow down her face.

"Ginny!" another voice shouted from outside the door, followed by a loud, forceful knock. Myrtle had two visitors. "Come back out."

"NO!" Ginny screamed, obviously hysterical. "NO!"

Myrtle heard the kick of a foot and the muttering of a curse word from outside the door.

"Ginny please."

"No!"

"Ginny come on," the voice pleaded, softening a little.

"I don't want to talk to you!" Ginny replied shrilly.

"Come on. We're going to have to talk about it."

Ginny didn't reply.
"Ginny?"

"Just go away!" Ginny said finally, walked over to a corner, buried her face against the cold wall and cried silently.

"I'm coming in."

"Don't."

"I am."

The door creaked open and in came a boy. He stood there for a moment as the door closed, letting his presence in the room sink in.

"Go away," she said firmly. "Just go away."

"We need to talk," he repeated. Ginny spun around, tear stains on her face.

"What do you want now?" she asked coldly. "Because I don't have anything to say to you."

"Well, I have something to say to you," the boy said sharply. "You were the one who told me to act like we were not together, and I did. Now you're mad at me just for listening to you."

She crossed her arms.

"Yeah. I did, but did you have to go so far as to go and kiss another girl?"

"Once again, I did not kiss her. She kissed me."

Ginny paused for a moment, and then blew up.

"GOD YOU ARE SUCH A It's-not-my-fault ass! If you want her, go ahead. I don't really give a shit. Go ahead, I am just fine without you. So go ahead and break my heart and leave me."

"Okay, first of all, I seem to remember only about a month ago when you couldn't live with out me. Secondly, I don't want to break up with you."

"Well then Malfoy, I might have to do it myself."

"Look Weasley, it takes two people to end a relationship, and, frankly, I have no intentions of doing that," he said, placing his arm on the wall, just above her head, now towering over her.

"We were never really in a relationship! We hate each other, and I am fine with that."

There was a moment's pause when Draco seemed to be boiling with anger.

"If you want to be immature about this, fine. You go ahead and go back to your damn Gryffindors. I am I can go back to wherever I was. Because you know what? I don't give a shit anymore!" he cried, his voice ringing in the empty bathroom after.

"Well, you can just forget about what I told you before, especially yesterday!"

"I already have."

He gave Ginny one last, sparing glance, and then left, leaving her all alone in the bathroom. She broke down into tears once again.

Myrtle shut the stall door, hoping that Ginny wouldn't notice. She felt a small poke in her dead stomach.

You shouldn't have listened to that Myrtle, a voice in the back of her head said, It was their business and now your smudgy nose has been stuck in it.

Myrtle silently dismissed the voice and leaned back waiting for the cries of Ginny Weasley to diminish.

****

Hours later, Ginny finally left. Myrtle walked out of her stall staring at where the two students had once been. She could faintly remember seeing these students before they had entered her bathroom. They never seemed to be together, and they both had their own groups of friends, never intersecting the two groups.

At first, she had thought that the boy would come back and apologize, and the two would kiss and make up.

He didn't.

She felt terrible. Like she had just taken part in two students' love lives. She, for the first time, had wanted to help the two students. Before, when other students had come into their bathrooms before years ago for snogging sessions or something, she had been fine with listening to their conversations and ruining their fun. But these two seemed different.

And maybe, just maybe, there was something she could do to help them get back together...