"Ginny's been meeting with Draco Malfoy all week."

Hermione was used to a lot of insane things coming out of Harry's mouth. He was an Auror, after well, and the usual discretion he displayed with the others didn't apply to Hermione. Especially since Ron had been in America for the past few months, exploring the chances of opening more Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes stores there with George. The last letter he'd sent was a breezy account of sunny California, but only the three of them really understood just how much he missed them.

"Excuse me?" Hermione blinked.

"You heard right. Ginny," he paused, smiling at the waitress behind the counter who knew just what to bring him, "...has been having lunch with Mr. Malfoy since Monday. Apparently he's been looking to invest in the Daily Prophet for quite some time now."

"I didn't think Ginny would jump at the chance of being the one to deal with him."

"She didn't. But she was the only one on the team who had, for lack of a better phrase, prior experience with Malfoy. The rest of them were too scared."

Hermione laughed. It had been five years since the war had ended, and this wasn't the first time she was hearing of Draco Malfoy. Whatever she had heard, however, of the Malfoy heir, had been surprisingly positive. He'd worked hard to restore his family's name out of the Death Eater stigma, joining his father in the family business (which, as far as she could gather, was just acquiring more gold, but everything was legal).

"Are you jealous, Mr. Potter?" She asked, slyly, spreading jam over her croissant.

"Of course not", Harry snorted, and once again, Hermione's heart swelled with happiness for her best friend. He and Ginny shared the love poets wrote sonnets about. The amount of trust the two had in each other was infallible, and Hermione sighed in silent exasperation. When was she going to find love like that?

"But, there's a purpose why I told you about the two of them?"

"The fact that you're physically incapable of hiding anything from me?"

"No." They both knew he was lying. "She's invited him over for dinner next week. And I want you to come."

"Because you're afraid the two of them together would be too much for you?"

"Kind of," he grinned.

"Alright. I'll come."

Harry smiled and took a large bite of his waffles. He knew she wouldn't say no.

Later that day.

Draco Malfoy pored over the new contracts sent over by the Undersecretary to the Minister. Apparently, the Ministry was quite eager to revamp the "pure-blood" and stodgy image it had accumulated over the years, and Malfoy Public Relations Ltd was the best PR firm all around. The Undersecretary was a particularly enthusiastic employee and Draco's head was hurting.

There was a knock at the door and Draco's secretary, Claire looked in.

"Hey boss, the Ministry just owled. Again."

Draco rolled his eyes, reaching out his hand for the parchment. His eyes quickly scanned the short note, but he had to read it twice.

"Everything okay?" Claire asked, noticing how quiet her boss had gotten. Which was kind of unlike him.

"I don't have to deal with the Undersecretary anymore."

"But that's great! The poor owl delivered at least 15 letters today!"

"My new liaison is Ms. Hermione Granger."

A/N: hey guys! This is my first time writing a fic, and this is a shorter chapter to just kind of set the tone for the story! I'm really nervous & I'd love if you tell me what you liked/ didn't like about it! The following chapters will be longer x