|snarryswapmod (snarryswapmod) wrote in snarry_swap,|
@ 2009-01-03 12:00:00
|Entry tags:||alisanne, creation: fic, rated: nc-17|
Happy Daft Day, lilyseyes!
Title: A Match in the Making
Word Count: 10,500
Warnings: Rimming, suggestion of public sex, AU
Prompt/Summary: After the war, Harry wants to feel useful, so he takes up a hobby: matchmaking. What happens when someone else decides that he’s the one who needs to be matched?
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize is mine.
A/N: Lily, you requested ‘bonding, rimming, semi-public sex, chan (15+), threesome, mpreg - oh, and fluff!’ I tried my best to include as many of your kinks as possible and I hope you enjoy it. Happy Daft Day, dear!
A Match in the Making
“Honestly, Ron, this has got to stop.” Hermione was stabbing at her lunch to emphasize her words and for a moment Ron worried for her utensils. “He’s obsessed, and it’s not healthy.”
Ron shrugged. “You know I agree,” he muttered, “but it’s not as if he’s listening to either of us right now.” He shook his head. “You know what I think? I think that whole killing Voldemort thing sent him around the bend.”
“What he needs is a real job. Maybe then he wouldn’t have time to act as matchmaker to all his friends,” Hermione snapped.
“He had a real job. I can’t say I blame him for leaving Auror Training, though.” Ron took a sip of his drink. “It was rough, and you know Harry. He wanted to help people, not hex them, well, not unless they deserved it.” Ron pursed his lips. “Maybe he needs another Dark lord to kill.”
“Bite your tongue!” Hermione shook her head. “And helping people is all well and good, but this is ridiculous.” Hermione was now mincing the bits of cucumber in her salad into a paste. “To think that we were worried about his obsession with Malfoy sixth year. This is infinitely worse!”
“You know I agree with you,” Ron repeated, eyeing her untouched roll.
Hermione, evidently deciding that her salad had been massacred enough, pushed aside her plate and Ron quickly snagged the bread. “George told me that Harry called him the other day. Tried to set him up with Luna,” he mumbled around the food.
“And? Was it horrid?”
Ron sighed. “No such luck. George said he had fun with her and that they have plans this weekend.”
“Oh God.” Hermione covered her eyes. “That means he’s going to keep trying to set people up!”
“I’m afraid so.” Ron patted her hand. “At least there’s one good thing.”
Hermione looked up at him. “What’s that?”
“He’s not trying to set us up with anyone at the moment.”
“That we know of,” Hermione said. “I caught him a couple of days ago asking Ginny if I was dating anyone. Mark my words, it’s only a matter of time before he tries to set me up, too.”
“I wonder if he’s planning to match me up with anyone?” Ron asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “And get between you and...Hannah is it? Unlikely. That is who you’re dating this week, right?”
Ron blushed. “Yeah... Oh look! There’s Harry!”
Hermione huffed, but as Ron hoped, she immediately shifted her focus to Harry and away from him. She narrowed her eyes. “Who’s that with him?”
Ron groaned. “Looks like...”
“Hullo, you guys!” Harry said, seemingly very cheerful as he led Draco Malfoy by the arm to their table. “Look who I found outside. He didn’t have lunch plans, so I said he could join us.”
Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance. “Ferr--Malfoy,” Ron muttered, adjusting the name when Hermione kicked him under the table.
“Weasel, I mean Weasley,” Malfoy greeted smoothly, settling into a chair.
“And you remember Hermione, don’t you?” Harry said as he sat down.
Malfoy shot a look Harry’s way. “We all went to school together, Potter. Of course I remember Granger. Hullo.”
“Right, yeah, of course you do.” Harry was smiling and Ron had a sinking feeling. Harry couldn’t possibly be thinking what he thought he was thinking. Could he? “Well, as I mentioned, I didn’t think you’d mind if Malfoy joined us for lunch. He was just saying how difficult it is meet people and--”
“Potter!” Malfoy was now bright pink, and Ron settled in his chair to watch the fireworks. Harry had really lost his mind this time.
“I should have thought that Malfoy knew enough people,” Hermione said coolly.
Malfoy met her glance evenly. “I know a lot of people in Azkaban, but not many who are out in the world at the moment.”
“Pity.” Hermione didn’t sound the least bit sympathetic and Ron couldn’t say he blamed her.
Malfoy shrugged. “Potter said this was a good place to meet people, but if you’d rather I left you all to your lunch then I--”
“Stay,” Harry said firmly. “I’m sure Hermione was just being, um--”
“Polite?” Malfoy asked dryly.
Hermione blushed. “I was not, but as Harry says, we are having lunch, so there’s no reason you can’t sit here while we have it.”
“You didn’t eat very much of it,” Malfoy observed, eyeing her plate. “And is that some sort of cucumber paste? I didn’t know they had that.”
Hermione cleared her throat as Ron chuckled. His wand buzzed and he clutched it. “Bloody hell, I forgot an appointment. I have to run, but I’ll see you all later,” he said, standing up. He paused. “Well, most of you, anyway.” Catching Hermione’s eye, he silently telegraphed his sympathy, and before she could say anything he was on his way. He only hoped he wouldn’t miss anything too good.