I do not own neither "Harry Potter" books, nor the characters.

This fanfiction is AU (Alternative Universe), despite the fact that all the characters have the same names, ages and descriptions (obviously)

Hope you enjoy my story, sorry for the mistakes but English is not my native language (I try the best I can =D)

xoxo*

The day the letter came, I had just gotten home from work. When I saw it, I couldn't even wait to get into my apartment; I had to read it. Right then, in my buildings' lobby, like some crazy teenager getting her first love letter or something.

In the header of the white paper, I could see the name of Hogwarts High School, and I couldn't believe that it had been just 5 years since I graduated. Not just me, but my entire class. And now, we'd be reunited in just one month, and I couldn't wait for that night.

You see, back in High School, I was pretty popular, I must say. I wasn't the cocky type, nor the slutty type, nor the crazy type. I was just myself most of the time. And being me was just something everyone liked, and don't ask me why because I don't think I'm that special.

I was just… nice to everybody. I would help you prepare for exams, I had the tissues in hand to give you when you were dumped, I would dance with you at the formal because I didn't wanted you to feel left out. I was that kind of girl, always thinking too much about others and too little about myself.

Also, I was the little sister of six of the most popular guys that ever studied in Hogwarts. Bill and Charlie were always together (even though they were two years apart), both had good grades and luck with the ladies; Percy was the President of the Student Union since freshman year and, despite being a total nerd, always dated the most beautiful girls in school; Fred and George were jocks and did crazy things like running butt naked around the school, managing to never get caught; and Ron was also in the Student Union, with his girlfriend of many years, Hermione Granger, but the real reason he was popular was because he had the luck to befriend the most popular guy in school, Harry Potter.

I had the biggest crush on Harry, for many years. He never noticed me. We kissed once while playing Truth or Dare but I know he never looked at me like more than his best friend's little sister.

Of course, my life changed when I finished High School. I went to college, and I studied journalism for four years. When I got my bachelor's degree, I started working at a television channel, as an assistant of a stupid TV anchor named Cho Chang. All she ever asks me to do is retouch her lipstick and go find these horrendous Hermès scarf's that she collects. But at least she gives me her Louboutins and Channel bags when they're too "old" for her to use.

I know, it wasn't my dream job. All I really wanted was to be able to be in her place, delivering the news for the London citizen. I would even be happy just writing the news that she read on the teleprompter. But being an assistant, at least I could hang out on set and see what everyone was doing.

I really didn't had a crazy life outside work. All I really do is sit in my home, watch reruns of my favorite shows and eat Chinese or Thai. It's pretty lame, right? I know it. That's why I was so happy when that invitation arrived. At least I could use that beautiful black bandage dress that I bought in the sales last year (and almost starved myself to be able to wear), and the accessories I inherited from Cho's closet.

The only thing I really enjoy doing is hanging out with my friend from work, Luna Lovegood. She is so great, really. She is this amazing hairdresser slash make-up artist, all crazy clothes and big blond hair. She is really eccentric and loud, the opposite of me, but I really like her company at lunch hours, and occasionally our girls night out, that pretty much always end up with me in the bathroom making her company while she throws up.

That night, after I got my letter and almost busted my ankle while jumping three stairs at a time so I could get quicker into my apartment, was a girls night out with Luna. And by then, I still wasn't physically able to stay still when talking about the reunion.

"Honey, you seem like you have flees in your ass" commented Luna, drinking her Cosmopolitan (so Sex and the City, I know) and looking at me like I was some kind of alien "Calm down, drink something"

"Luna, it's just… I don't know, High School was the best time of my life. I miss everybody, and I just can't wait to see them" I replied, with a big smile on my face.

"High School was the worst time of my life" said Luna, rolling her eyes "Mainly because I was a whore and slept with everybody's boyfriend. Whatever"

"Yeah, I forgot how pretty badass you where back then" I said, laughing with her.

"I bet you had some pretty badass friends yourself" she smiled, while taking a zip of her beverage.

"I had" I became serious for a little moment "Draco, he was pretty badass back in the day"

"Draco?" Luna opened her eyes wide at me "You never told me about this Draco guy. Girl, you're making me sad for not sharing!"

"He was just my best friend since kindergarten, but we fell out of touch when he moved to London" I said, thinking about Draco, his platinum hair and his big grey eyes, the little dimples he had on his cheek every time I asked him about the bad thing's he'd done. We promised we'd be best friends forever. Now, we never talked anymore, and I didn't really knew why.

"And tell me, is that Draco guy going to be in that reunion thingy?" Luna asked, pulling me back from memory lane.

"Maybe, I don't know, but I would like to see him again tough" I said, blushing a little. She totally saw it and laughed at me, but in the dark of the bar, no one else noticed my embarrassment.

I got home that night and didn't feel sleepy, so I got my old yearbook from its place on the shelf. Passed through the pages not paying attention to the fact that every single one was signed by most people present in them. I went straight ahead to my page number 45, where my picture was. Right bellow it, there was Draco, smiling for the photographer. Between the space of our pictures, I saw his handwriting in crimson red, and it read "BFF 4ever". Passed my fingers trough the page, thinking about our pinky-swear when we were little. Best friends, no matter what.

Ron never really liked Draco. I think it's because Draco slept with a girl that was dating Harry or something like that. But Draco didn't care. Like he didn't care when he failed math and had to repeat his senior year – he was one year older than me, like my brother.

I could still remember his last phone call, reminding me that he would be coming home for the holidays, for me not to be a stranger and come around. But I didn't. I didn't knew how to be around him anymore, it was all so awkward for me and we both just let time pass us by.

I smiled, and closed the yearbook. No need for bad memories right now. Soon I would have the chance of seeing him, in our hometown, and everything would be alright.