"Malfoy?" Ginny repeated as she leaned across the table, "You've got to work for Malfoy?"

Ron slammed his hands down on the table, leaning towards her as well, "You've got to be joking. Please, please be joking."

"No," Harry said grimly as he strode towards his friends, who were waiting for him at an outside table in front of their favorite café, Ava's, "I heard it this morning when I got in to work. I could ask Kingsley if he could do something, Mione."

"No," she said, "I will not give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing me run away."

"But Hermione! It's Draco Malfoy!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Yes Ginny – we've been through that enough," Ron sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned back, "Mione, in case you've forgotten, this is the guy that made your life a living hell during Hogwarts. And you actually want to work for him?"

"No. I want to teach him that Hermione Granger is not a force to be reckoned with," she said confidently.

Harry and Ron glanced between each other before Harry finally sighed and banged his head on the table for a minute.

"Fine," Harry finally said, "But if he tries anything, you will call me. Promise?"

"Of course, Harry," Hermione smiled back, "Now, what's for lunch?"

"Hermione Granger," Blaise started to laugh, "is your secretary. Oh yes – this office just got crazier."

Draco looked up from his lunch and frowned at his friend, "Shove off."

"No, I mean, think about it. In school, you two were always at each other's throats. And now, you've got to cooperate," Blaise let out a chuckle, "I can't wait to see what happens next."

"She'll get tired of him and leave," Pansy shrugged as she rubbed her bulging tummy fondly as she felt her baby kick, "Might even punch him again."

Draco turned to glare at the pregnant woman, "Shut up, Parkinson, nobody asked you."

"Ah-ah-ah," Pansy sang, waving her left hand in front of his face, "Its Gardenia now!"

"And you forgot your ring today!" Draco sang back, making her pull back her hand and inspect it closely, only to find that she had forgotten her wedding ring again.

"Hey, we're lucky she remembered her shoes," Blaise grinned across the table.

"Shut up! It's mean to make fun of pregnant women you know!" she glared at the two before sniffing and pretending to tear up, "Y-you two d-don't like me, d-d-do you?"

"Pansy, you will not have mood swings for another week. Drop the act," Draco frowned.

She huffed, "Still, I'm in no condition to be throwing punches. At least, that's what my husband says."

"Yes, Jerry," Blaise raised his eyes to the ceiling as he brought his cup up to his mouth, "How is that adorable little parrot?"

Pansy glared at Blaise as Draco stifled a laugh, no doubt remembering the time they had accidentally turned Pansy's husband into a parakeet. She had been furious to find him in such a state, but it'd been blown over when Luna found the correct spell and changed him back. Although, the two Slytherins did tease him with "Jerry wanna cracker?" every now and again.

"Jerry is fine," she pouted before turning to Draco, "You're still coming to my shower, right?"

"I guess," he sighed, "I don't want to suffer the wrath of the Pregnant Ninja."

"Darn right," she nodded smugly as she stood up to leave, "Bye Drakey! Bye Blaisey!"

The two muttered their good-byes as Draco stared at his food, tapping his fingertips onto the table rhythmically, remembering the day when Pansy Parkinson finally was no longer his problem to deal with.

"What do you mean 'she can't marry him'?" Lucius Malfoy roared.

"She can't marry him!" Robert Parkinson shot back, "She's hell-bent on marrying some gardener!"

"His name is Jerry Gardenia!" Pansy snapped at her father, "And I love him!"

"Is he pure-blood?" Lucius sneered.

"Yes," Pansy answered, "He's from America! He went to the Wizarding School there and he owns a wizard law firm in London!"

"Well, in that case," Draco stood up and turned to Pansy, shaking her hand, "Congratulations, good luck, really glad I don't have to marry you – "

"Draco Malfoy," Narcissa frowned, "Please act like your father and I taught you some manners."

"Sorry Mother," Draco chuckled, glad that he was finally free of the terror that was Pansy, although why anybody would want to marry her was beyond him. "Too good to resist."

"Well then," Marissa Parkinson sighed, "That's that then? Draco, you don't want to marry Pansy? Not even a little?"

"Nope!" Draco said brightly, "Never did!"

Pansy glared at him before kicking him in the knee, although it was lighter than the one she had given Blaise a few years back, "You prick!"

"Draco, c'mon, we gotta get the Orson case done before midnight," Blaise said, 'thwack'ing him lightly with a newspaper. Draco nodded and stood up as well, smirking a little at the thought of torturing Granger a little.

Luna smiled as she watched Hermione ignore Draco completely as he tried to get a rise out of her, the brunette resolutely working on her papers as the blonde tried everything he could think of to get her to snipe back. He finally gave up and stormed into his office, throwing Hermione into a fit of silent giggles.

"Good job, Mione," Luna applauded, "You did exactly as I said!"

"Merlin, that was fun," Hermione finally said as she regained her breath, "Did you see his face when I just sat there? He looked like I killed his hamster or something!"

"What's a hamster and why did you kill it?" Blaise asked as he stood in the doorway to his office, looking at the woman a little warily now.

"You know what a hamster is and she didn't kill it," Luna smiled over at him.

"Alright," he inched over to the side of Luna's desk playfully, "So what's going on with you two? And why is Draco sulking in his office? The door's hardly ever closed unless he's sulking."

All these years after Hogwarts, and he still hasn't changed, Hermione thought before turning to Blaise, "He keeps trying to get me to ague with him, but I just ignore him. It's driving him up the wall!"

"Go Hermione!" Blaise cheered loudly before gasping and slapping his hands on his mouth, glancing around to find that only a few of his co-workers had turned around, then turning back to her and saying at a quieter volume, "Go Hermione!"

She giggled as Draco opened the door, looking out with an eyebrow arched at Blaise, "Have you checked your mail yet?"

"No, why?" Blaise asked as he handed off a few papers to Luna and then leaning back on her desk.

"Because, I've got your pile and you've got mine again," he said before Blaise cursed and ran back inside his office.

"Oh, right, Clarisse actually dropped of your pile earlier, while you guys were out to lunch," Luna said, handing off the papers to the blonde, "She acted disappointed to find that you two weren't here though. She's like a knuffle with a shneezle, always so clingy."

Hermione winced, seeing as she had nearly forgotten that Luna was a tad bit strange, which was an amazing feat considering that she'd spent nearly all day with the woman. But compared to the younger Luna, this one seemed much more normal, hardly talking about a "Crumpled Horned Snorkack" or whatever.

Draco hummed noncommittally and turned back into his office as he shuffled through his mail, this time leaving the door open.

"So, Hermione, how have you been since the war?" Luna asked brightly as she looked through a few papers.

"Oh, fine, I guess," Hermione shrugged, "I mean, Ron and I broke up, and then Harry proposed to Ginny, and Fred's gone…."

"Aww, I'm sorry to hear about you and Ron," she looked sympathetic, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but I never really saw you two together very long."

"Yeah…yeah, me neither," she sighed before smiling back at the blonde woman, "But we're still friends, it's like it never really happened. Oh, and Harry is officially Teddy's adoptive father, and as soon as they say 'I do', Ginny will be his mother."

"Oh that's wonderful! Ooh, next time you see Ginny, could you apologize for me for not keeping in touch? I've been so busy lately, with the Quibbler on the weekends and work and also trying to stay together with my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Hermione glanced over at Blaise's door, where he was madly searching for letters he didn't have, before looking back at her, "Well, that's great to hear, Luna!"

"Isn't it?" Luna sighed happily, "William's such a sweetheart."

"William?" she repeated as something crashed and Draco started to swear, "Malfoy, were you listening?"

"Yes," Draco muttered as he walked through the doorway, rubbing his head, "But anyway – Lovegood, you're dating someone?"

"Yeah!" Luna said happily, "William Harding!"

"William Harding from the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department?" Draco blinked.

"Yeah!" Luna was practically bouncing in her seat, "You know him?"

"Err…yeah," Draco rubbed the back of his neck, mumbling something to himself, "Saw him once."

"Ooh – was he wearing that outrageous tie?" Luna suddenly frowned, "I hate that thing – I'm always threatening to burn it."

"Uhh – couldn't tell," he shrugged a little before touching his forehead, "Am I bleeding? The lamp attacked me."

"Oh yeah, sure, 'attacked'," Hermione snickered as she turned back to her papers, missing the glare she had received.

"Oh no, you big baby, you're fine," Luna rolled her eyes, "Don't you have to work on the Orson case?"

"Right!" Draco smacked his forehead and ran back into his office, just as Blaise walked out, his black hair sticking up in wild tufts.

"Draco, I don't have your bloody letters!" he said as he walked into his friend's office and slammed the door behind him.

"Mate, I got them," Draco held them up, "But are you aware that Lovegood's got a boyfriend?"

"William? Ugh, yeah," Blaise grumbled, "Met him once when he came to pick her up for a date."

"Are you aware that he's cheating on her?"

"What?"

"I saw him snogging Kirsten one day!"

"Kirsten, Kirsten…Coffee Kirsten?"

"Yes!"

Blaise was silent for a moment before looking back up at his friend, grinning a little, "Really?"

"Don't get too upset now," Draco drawled as he twirled a pen around and leaned against his desk, "Really, you don't need to get into a depression or anything."

"But Draco, if her boyfriend's cheating on her – !"

"You are not to tell anyone!" Draco interrupted, "It might've been weeks before he got together with Luna!"

"But Dracooooo, think of meeeeee!" Blaise pouted, "Think of Blaise! Poor Blaise who has this huge crush on this poor girl who's dating a prick who's cheating on her!"

"What?" Hermione asked from the doorway, her mouth hanging open and her eyes getting big.

"Hermione!" Blaise yelped as Draco glared.

"Ever heard of knocking Granger?" he growled.

"I did, you didn't answer, anyway," she waved him off, "Please tell me that Blaise is crushing on someone who isn't Luna."

"Err…how would I know?" Draco asked.

"Uhh…she didn't hear any of that, did she?" Blaise asked nervously as he glanced between the two.

"No, she took off for lunch. Why?"

"Because, she can't know," Drac frowned.

"What? Are you mental? She's got to know!"

"I might not be right, Granger!"

"And what if you are? What if she finds out from somebody else? She'd be heartbroken!"

"Well…we don't want that, do we? So why would we tell her?" Blaise asked.

"Because the faster she gets her heart broken, the faster she can get revenge!" she shook her head, "Honestly, have you any clue to what girls think of when they've been cheated on?"

"And how would you know?" Draco glowered.

Hermione froze and looked between him and Blaise before turning away from them and back to her desk, closing the door behind her.

"Ooh, Mate, you didn't know, did you?" Blaise muttered.

"What?"

"Ron cheated on her. With Lavender Brown. It was in the paper a few months ago."

"So?"

"So, she didn't know until after he broke up with her whenever Lavender couldn't keep her mouth shut."

"And this concerns me…how?"

"Well, most girls get kinda moody when somebody brings up stuff like that."

Draco snorted, "Granger's a girl?"

Blaise glared back at him, "Look, I'm just telling you beforehand so you won't get a Bludger to the head the next time you step into a Quidditch stadium. The Weasleys kinda like her you know, and they've got two professional Quidditch players in the family."

Draco thought this over as Blaise walked out, going back to his own office to try to tame his hair. He soon decided that Granger's personal life was none of his business, as long as he wanted to step foot inside a Quidditch stadium without fearing for his life.