(a/n) Sooo…. This is WAY WAY WAY over due, so I hope people still read this… This chapter will be short, just to see if people are still reading… I'm so sorry for the delay, but I've been writing writing writing, so let's just say… I'm pretty sure this is going to be a trilogy… if you guys like it. SO REVIEW! Pleassssssse

UPDATED VERSION

Boyfriends and Toasts

"Malfoy, this is ridiculous. Seriously, just give it up; she hasn't bugged you in weeks. And, really, I have to go meet Ginny for lunch so-" Hermione attempted to stand from the couch where Draco had her trapped, but he gave her a stare that made her sit back down. It was another one of their Wednesday Business Meetings, as Draco coined it, and Hermione was sick of them; she was sick of them after the first Wednesday.

"Granger, this is still a problem! Blaise still won't talk to me, Lillyana is still a problem! We need to figure out a way to make her leave me alone," he stepped away from Hermione and walked over to the mantle of the fireplace, resting his body against it. "We need a plan." He ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair and sighed, looking down at the fire as he did so.

"It's like I said before… she hasn't bugged you! I don't get what you need a plan for! Malfoy, seriously, when's the last time she even talked to you?" Hermione stood from the couch and began walking to the door.

"Regardless of what you think- where do you think you're going?" Draco looked up from the fire and saw the head girl making her getaway.

"I'm going to lunch. My stomach is growling and I'm supposed to meet Ginny."

"Okay then, we can talk on the way there." Hermione rolled her eyes as the two exited the common room and began their decent to the Great Hall. "So anyways," he continued after a minute of silence, "I was thinking of different things we could do…" He paused, when Hermione didn't respond, she just continued looking straight forward, annoyed, Draco continued. "I can tell you're really anxious to find them out… so here they are." He starting ticking off on his fingers, "One, we could get her expelled, that would need more planning, but it's very doable. Two, you could trail her 24/7."

"Malfoy, I am not trailing her all day! That is just insane! And I don' really think getting her expelled will help you be friends again with her brother."

"Hey, it was just an option… Another option is that we find someone else for her to obsess over… someone other than me, preferably someone her own age."

Hermione smiled, "yeah, like a boyfriend. Then we could both be off duty."

"So you think that's a good idea?" Draco smirked at himself, he was so brilliant. "You think it could work?"

"I definitely think it could work," Hermione said as they got to the last staircase before the Great Hall.

"Okay, well then perfect!" Draco clapped his hands once in excitement. As the two came to a stop near the doors Draco continued to speak. "So then, you can get started on finding her a boyfriend at any point now. The sooner the better." He turned to leave but Hermione stopped him.

"What do you mean I can get started?" She shook her head. "If anything you should, you know the slytherin boys!"

"Yes, but, you're head girl, obviously you're the right person for the job!"

"But you're fit too, you're head boy!"

"Exactly, which means I have better things to do than find some eleven year old a boyfriend."

Just as the two were finishing their conversation Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder. After turning around, she saw that it was Ana.

"Yeah, um, so, I was just going…" Draco quickly went into the Great Hall to find solace in anyone that would talk to him.

"Hi, Ana, what's up?" Hermione asked calmly- she was doing nothing wrong, only plotting against her eleven year old mentee.

"So, that's pretty funny," Ana said after Draco had gone.

"What is?" Hermione looked anxiously toward the doors to the Great Hall, Ginny had to be inside waiting for her- they had lots to talk about. Mainly Harry, and now the new plan Draco had come up with.

"You were talking to Draco. You like him. That's why you try and keep me away from him, why you try and talk badly about him. You like him and have the entire time!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "That is not, in any way, true." Hermione rolled her eyes, sick of having to deal with Ana. "Now, if you would please excuse me, I am meeting my best friend for lunch.

"So, I don't know who to try and get for her." Hermione said to Ginny, finishing the story of Draco and Ana. "I don't know anyone who would be able to stand her!"

"Well, let's think about the first years this year… are there any-" Ginny was cut off by a loud bang across the hall. Caleb Bones had cast a spell, which had backfired and exploded a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

The two girls looked at each other and smiled. "Well, I think we found a winner." Hermione said in a singsong voice.

After eating Hermione caught Caleb as he was leaving the Great Hall.

"Caleb, I'm Hermione." She said, stopping him in his tracks. "I'm… Head Girl." She pointed to her badge. Caleb looked at her worriedly.

"I didn't mean to do it, I just… I'm not advanced enough for the-"

"Caleb, Caleb," Hermione said, putting her arm around his shoulder and ushering him away from the door, "this isn't about that small mishap, this is about much bigger, better things."

"What sort of things?" A sense of importance flashed across the little boys eyes.

Hermione smirked, a smirk almost as evil and confident as Draco's. "Lillyana."

"Blaise?" Draco asked as he approached the Slytherin table for lunch. Blaise looked up at him and glared. "After lunch, can I talk with you? Alone, please?" Whether it was the gentle way Draco asked or the hurt in his eyes, something swayed Blaise to say yes.

"What'd you want to talk about, Malfoy?" Blaise asked as he approached Draco who was sitting in an armchair by the fire in the Slytherin common room.

"You know what I want to talk about, Zabini." Draco turned and looked at the armchair next to his and then back at Blaise. Getting the hint, Blaise moved to sit down. "Before you even try to interrupt me, can you promise me you'll let me finish what I have to say first?" Draco looked his best friend in the eyes, hurt and anger flashing across his own.

"Promise."

It was unusual, very unusual actually, for Draco to let his emotions show across his face. Because they were so visible, Blaise sat back in his chair and waited for the blonde to talk.

"Blaise," his voice cracked a little, he paused and shook his head before starting again. "Blaise, I am not trying to do anything with your sister. I would never do that because one, she is like a sister to me, two, she is only eleven years old, and three… and most importantly, she's your sister. Blaise, I know that I'm just a Slytherin, I know I'm the definition of Slytherin with my antics," he smirked, remembering past events. "But I'm also a Malfoy. Malfoy have loyalty coursing through their veins. You're my best friend, Zabini, I wouldn't ever want to do anything to change that."

Blaise sighed and shut his eyes. "Malfoy, are you about to cry like a little girl?" He chuckled and then looked back at his friend. "I don't think I've ever heard you talk about emotions before, this is really strange for me."

"I meant every word, and you have to know how hard that was for me to say."

"You're on probation," Blaise said looking pointedly at Draco. "For now, you're on probation with me. You better not do anything to end that badly."

"Ana! Ana, wait!" Hermione called as she saw the back of the first year rounding a corner. "Ana!" The little girl turned around and saw Hermione following her. She took two steps closer and waited.

"What do you want?" She asked as Hermione reached her.

"I wanted to tell you something that you might like to hear." Hermione smiled at the girl… the notion was not reciprocated.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" The brunette crossed her arms across her chest and cocked her hip.

"How do you feel about Caleb Bones?"

"Caleb? I mean, I guess he's okay. His hair's a little bit of a problem." Ana smirked.

"Well, I mean," Hermione said coyly, "I heard through the grapevine that he might… like you."

"Like me? Hmm…"

"We should make a toast." Draco said suddenly. Hermione let her quill hover over her parchment as she looked up at Draco. Her face must have been easy to read because Draco quickly added, "You know, for the celebration of Ana and Caleb." HE gave her an infamous Malfoy smirk.

Hermione sat frozen in her seat as she watched Draco walk to his room. He returned a moment later with a bottle of champagne.

"Hey!" jumped Hermione, after she set her quill and parchment aside. "You shouldn't have alcohol in your room; you're head boy!"

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Granger." Hermione scrunched her face in disapproval and, but stood from her seat by the fire juts the same. She walked slowly toward Draco, many little voices popping into her head; arguing, defending, yelling "no", whispering "yes." But finally Hermione made her way to the little kitchenette where Draco was. She had made up her mind; she'd broken the rules once, why starts following them against now?

Hermione hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on the counter across from where Draco stood with his back to her.

After a minute Draco turned around and handed Hermione one of the two champagne glasses he was holding. She took the glass and held it absentmindedly as she watched the blonde open several drawers in search for straws.

"No straws, how stupid," Draco said to himself than to Hermione as he shut drawer after drawer.

"Who uses straws for champagne?" Hermione questioned. Draco threw her a look before saying, "You get drunk quicker, duh."

The room was quiet, save for a few exclamations from Draco as he struggled to open the champagne.

Hermione couldn't help but smile and shake her head. Draco glared at her until the smile left her face.

After several tense minutes a "pop" echoed through the room.

"OH!" Draco exclaimed in shock. The champagne began fizzing over the mouth of the bottle, flowing closer and closer to Draco's hand. "Ah, quick," Draco laughed, "your glass!"

Hermione began to laugh as she hopped quickly off the counter and placed her glass just next to the champagne. Draco tipped the bottle until the contents filled the glass. He then replaced Hermione's glass with his own.

After both glasses were filled Draco put the champagne back on the counter and turned once again to Hermione.

The girl stopped laughing when his eyes fell on hers.

"So, um… the toast?" She said in a small voice.

Draco's gray eyes flickered across her face to her champagne glass. "Right," he said, clearing his throat. "Well…" he raised his glass and she followed suit. "To new relationships that make my life easier. To unexpected help. To... um… to business deals." He moved his glass closer to hers. "To business deals, "Hermione echoed, clinking her glass against his.

"Cheers," he said before taking a sip.

"Cheers," said Hermione before she too took a sip.

The room was once again silent as the two continued to drink until their glasses were empty.

Hermione refilled her glass and then moved back to her seat on the counter, taking a sip as he did. She smiled as she looked over at Draco.

"What are you smiling about?" Draco asked with an attitude.

"Well, I was just thinking…" Her smile grew even bigger, "about your situation. You, uh, have to admit it's kind of funny. That an eleven year old loves you." She giggled but was cut off sharply by Draco's stare.

"Yeah, it's hysterical that she cost me my best friend," He said darkly.

"Malfoy, an eleven year old tried to seduce you, knocked you unconscious, if it weren't for it being Ana, you would probably think it was funny too." She laughed again, louder this time. "I can just picture the look on your face as she made advance after advance…" She trailed off, her laughter still growing louder, her glass empty once again.

Draco let half of his lips turn up into a smirk. He shook his head and placed his glass behind him, next to the bottle.

When he turned back Hermione was almost doubled over in laughter.

"It seems to me," Draco said with a drawl, "that someone has a little trouble with being a light weight." He chuckled and once again shook his head.

Hermione didn't even know why but she could not stop laughing. She didn't think she was feeling the alcohol; she had only had two glasses. But yet her laughs kept coming. Then she put her hand on the edge of the counter to support her weight as she laughed. In her attempt to readjust her weight her hand slipped off the counter, causing her entire body to go with it. She fell to the floor with a thud followed by a rawr of laughter. She looked, surprised to see that Draco was also laughing. Hard. He was nearly on the floor himself from laughter.

"Not that funny," Hermione said pointedly as she stood and brushed off her clothes. Her smile, however, didn't fade.

Draco stopped laughing and took a deep breath. Once his eyes met Hermione's, silence once again washed over the room. Hermione quickly stiffened and Draco stood back at his full height. Hermione shifted her weight from one foot to the other in the awkward silence.

"Well, um… I should… I'm tired. I think I'll just…" She pointed awkwardly toward the door to her dorm and then quickly and silently she left the common room, leaving Draco alone in the silence.