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Hey, I wish I had the ingredients to do the Polyjuice Potion, to make myself look like J.K Rowling, but I would still lack the writing talent, so stick with me…

I do not own Harry Potter… And, I'm really sad that I don't own Draco Malfoy (*sobs*). Oh well, life goes on!

Chapter 2 - Meeting Old Friends and Enemies

"Healer Weasley, there's someone outside to see you!" Audrey, her secretary, told her in the middle of the morning, between patients.

"Who is it?" Ginny asked, drinking her fresh water.

"Miss Hermione Granger… Do I tell her to make an appointment?" Audrey asked.

"Of course not! Please, send her in at once!" Ginny said, standing up from her chair and running to the office door, to welcome her best friend. "Hermione!"

A tall brunette turned around at the sound of her name. Seeing Ginny, she smiled widely and hugged her sweet friend.

"Ginny! It has been so long…" Hermione smiled, looking at Ginny from head to toes. "You sure look different!"

"I know… We have a lot to talk about, after two months without seeing each other!" Ginny complained, gesturing for Hermione to enter her office.

"Healer Weasley, there are 3 more patients outside to see you!" Audrey said, shocked with Ginny's relaxed behaviour.

"I know, Audrey… I'll see them in a few moments!" Ginny replied as she shut the door and turned around to smile at Hermione. "Oh Mione, I'm in desperate need to talk with you… How was your visit to old Europe?"

"It was… incredible! Harry and I had a wonderful time together, if you know what I mean!" Hermione said with a wicked smile.

"Oh, you naughty girl!" Ginny laughed, sitting again. "Merlin, I've missed laughing for these two months…"

"What's going on, Gin? Your mother said she's worried with you, that lately your always looking sad and that you don't laugh like you used to!" Hermione asked, concerned with her best friend.

"It's a long story, Mione… Can we have lunch today? I have patients outside waiting for me…" Ginny asked, sadly.

"Of course… I miss our lunches at the Three Broomsticks! I'll meet you there at 1 pm!" Hermione replied, standing up to leave.

Ginny looked at Hermione and noticed how different she was from her old days at Hogwarts. Her hair was still long, but now it wasn't bushy. By the contrary, it was silky and straight, framing her perfectly made-up face. She was wearing white pants and a pink top… so unlike her old days, when she would cover her body, in shame.

She was a beautiful woman now, and a lucky one, because she had landed with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice…

`Oh, I miss old days, when I didn't have a worry and all we did was have fun!' she thought, as Hermione closed the door after her.

Finally Ginny finished her morning patients and left the Clinic. It was 1:15 pm and she was late for her lunch with Hermione.

Diagon Alley's streets were empty, as everyone avoided the extreme heat at that hour of the day, making it easier for Ginny to walk to the Three Broomsticks. The only problem was that her heels kept on getting stuck on the stone floor, making her trip and almost fall, for several times.

Ginny was taking the last turn, that would take her to the famous bar, when she tripped again and this time was unable to keep her balance.

Closing her eyes, she thrust her hands in front of her body, waiting for the impact against the floor… but it never came. There were two strong arms around her small waist, keeping her from touching the stones floor.

Sighing in relief, Ginny straightened her self and tried to look at her saviour, but the sun was behind his face and against her eyes, making it impossible to see his features. But one thing was sure; he had a hell of a body.

"Thank you so much… I swear I'll never walk in Diagon Alley with this shoes again!" she smiled sweetly, straightening her skirt and top.

"I think the problem it's not the shoes… It's the blood, Weasel!" a male voice said, making her head shoot up in alarm and a cold shiver run through her body, although it was extremely hot outside.

`There's only one person capable of saying such thing about my family…' she thought, narrowing her eyes. `Draco Malfoy!'

"Malfoy... Now I wish you hadn't kept me from falling! I would rather heal my knees than have your ferrety hands touching me…" Ginny replied, keeping a cold facade, although she was furious and nervous on the inside.

"Hey, I'm the one who will have to sterilize his hands after this run-in!" he complained, starting to move, finally allowing Ginny to take a good look at her old nemesis, from Hogwarts, and her crush on her Bad-Boy phase.

`Well, well, well… Just look at that! The Slytherin Sex God looks even better now, than he did in the old days!' Ginny thought, looking at his long blond hair, flowing around his slightly tanned face; his silver eyes watching her with curiosity and his full lips begging to be kissed.

Can you imagine Draco wearing kaki pants and a baby blue tight polo, showing off his well-defined chest and arms' muscles? Well, that's what Ginny's seeing right now and trying hard not to drool.

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