Title: "Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match"

Author: Quill of Minerva

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mineā€¦I'm only borrowing them for my amusement.
Summary: Xiomara and Severus decide to play matchmaker for their two friends. Will it work or be a huge disaster?

An: This is another one of my old stories that I am dusting off and reposting. Enjoy.

"Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match"

Chapter 1 : Matchmaker

Xiomara Hooch strolled quickly along the dungeons and made her way into the private office that belonged to Severus Snape, the potions master. She flung herself down in the nearest chair, kicked off her boots and pulled her hair in frustration. Severus looked at her, a rare smile on his usually emotionless face.

"I take it you have had tea with Minerva!" He had concluded this from the frustrated look on his wife's face.

"I can't understand how someone as intelligent as Minerva McGonagall can't see what's in front of her nose," exclaimed Xiomara as she unbuttoned her outer robe which she then discarded on the floor.

"Shall I just walk around behind you with a dustpan?" smirked Severus as his gaze fell upon the crumpled robe on the floor and the discarded boots.

"I'll clean up later, Sev," replied Xiomara. "I'm warning you, Sev, don't joke with me as I'm not in the mood."

"What was she saying today?" queried Severus as he got to his feet and walked over to his wife. He bent down and Xiomara thought he was going to kiss her but instead of doing that, he picked up her robes and boots and put them away. Xiomara let out another loud sigh but this time it was directed at her husband of five years.

"She didn't say anything," carried on Xiomara. "She had that dreamy expression on her face and when I mentioned him, she blatantly lied about not thinking about him. She is my best friend and I love her but she drives me crazy with all this. I just want to give her a good old kick up the backside."

"Oh, I can just imagine what she would do to you if you tried that," said Severus with a smile. "I would not be able to save you from her!"

"You wouldn't even try to save me, would you?" replied Xiomara.

"When it comes to an angry Minerva," answered Severus as he kissed her softly on the lips, "even I am powerless."

"What are we going to do, Sev?" she asked as she beckoned for him to sit down next to her.

Severus sat down beside her and immediately found that he had a lapful of his wife. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know my love," he answered as he rubbed his hands up and down her side.

"Has he said anything to you?" she asked.

"He doesn't talk about anything but her when I'm with him," answered Severus. "We went down to the Three Broomsticks yesterday and I had to drink double what I usually have just to drown out what he was saying."

"You, Severus Snape," she said as she pointed a finger into his chest, "were drunk because you wanted to be not because of a conversation."

"Are you accusing me of lying to you?" asked Severus in mock umbridge.

"Yes, I am," she said before planting a kiss on his neck. "I know you too well."

Severus chuckled as he held her closer and nuzzled into her neck, taking in her scent and the feel of her silky skin.

"We have two friends who want each other but are too gutless to do anything about it themselves," continued Xiomara. "I think they need our help!"

"Oh no, you don't," said Severus as he held her at arm's length. "Stay out of this, Mara. I have no desire to end up at the receiving end of an angry Minerva, or Albus, come to think of it."

"Well do you want to hear Albus go on about her?" she questioned him as she let her hand glide up and down his inner thigh.

"No, but your plans always go wrong," he told her matter-of-factly.

"Not always," replied Xiomara sounding a bit hurt.

Severus looked at the sad look in his wife's eye and decided he would rather face the combined wrath of Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore than the wrath of an unhappy wife.

"Go ahead," he said. "What have you got in mind?"

As soon as the words had fallen from his mouth, he was attacked with small kisses all over his face.

"I love you, Sev!" she announced once she ceased the kissing.

"And I love you just as much," answered Severus with a smile. "Now spill the plan."

"We set them up!" she told him with a cheeky grin. She was obviously very proud of herself.

"That's your brilliant idea?" questioned Severus.

"We arrange to meet them both in the same place but we don't turn up, so they will be there alone," she continued ignoring her husband's grimace.

"They have been alone plenty of times before and haven't revealed their feelings," replied Severus. "What would make this time different?"

"What about if we send them notes saying they have a secret admirer and that they are to meet on a certain night at a certain place?" said Xiomara as she slid off her husband's lap and went over to his desk.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Writing letters to them!" she answered as she pulled out a quill. "Where is your parchment?"

"In the left hand drawer," he told her, "but Minerva knows your hand writing, as does Albus!"

"I can charm it to look different," she explained. "Really, Severus, you are awfully slow on the uptake today!"

"I don't like this, Mara!" he told her as he walked over to see what she was writing.

"Tough!" she answered as she charmed the writing on the paper and then started on the other letter.

Severus shook his head, he knew that no matter what he said to discourage her it would only encourage her. He would let her have this little project and if he was asked about it, he would deny all knowledge of it. Ten minutes later Xiomara got to her feet and kissed him on the lips before grabbing her robes and her boots. She slipped them on and put the letters safely into her pocket.

"I'll back soon!" she told him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To the owlery," she answered.

"You're really going to send them, aren't you!" he exclaimed.

"Yes," she replied. "Why don't you go and wait for me in the bedroom!"

Xiomara swept out of the room while Severus retired to their rooms and waited for her to return. If this was, what happened every time his wife came up with a plan, he would have to encourage her more often.