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So this whole war with Voldemort NEVER happened or maybe Harry beat him already or something. Bottom line is that Voldemort is not there (anymore??). But Harry still doesn't have parents. This is the summer before Ginny's 6th year and Draco's 7th year.

The Malfoys and Weasleys tolerate each other but still have some squabbles and tease each other. Actually, it is more of the younger generation (Ron & Draco). Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and Mr. & Mrs. Weasley are friends. Oh, and they chat too, like in laptops.

So it all started since Harry, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny joined the Quidditch Summer Association. It was all so fun but she didn't know what was in store for her in the future and how things would quickly change.

Chap. 1

Starting with the first day…

"Hey Gin! Heads up!" yelled Fred.

Ginny quickly swung her bat at the bludger coming toward her.

"Nice hit, Ms. Weasley. Next!" the Coach yelled.

Ginny sighed with relief as she flew down. She was having a blast on her first day but she had to admit, it was quite exhausting.

This quidditch summer association was fun. Where else can you practice mastering all the quidditch roles? Not to mention that it would be constructive when the team needed substitutes.

That was exactly what Draco Malfoy thought, which was why he was there on that hot summer day.

"Draco Malfoy, you're up next." Coach yelled.

Draco smirked. Perfect. This summer, he could practice quidditch and show off his moves.

As he flew up, he accidentally bumped Ginny who was already 3 feet near the ground but they both fell due to the impact. The three Weasley boys and Harry glared at him.

"What the hell is your problem, Malfoy?" spat Ron.

"Nothing, so shut up and watch me, a professional, do this." Draco said.

He got up and picked up his broom but before he flew back up he offered a hand to Ginny, who was trying to get up. She looked up and grudgingly took it while her free hand rubbed her aching bottom.

When she was up, Draco flew without a word, not caring a bit that there were four boys glaring at him.

When Draco was up, Fred asked him:

"You ready, Malfoy?"

"Just hurry, Weasley."

Draco looked down and turned red. Someone shouted:

"Look out!"

And the next thing he knew, he was falling.

BAM! Draco landed on the ground. Ginny just stared at his body with shock. Ooh, that must hurt. Ginny thought.

"Hey Ron," said Hermione who just suddenly popped in out of no where. Then she saw Draco. "Wow, what happened to him?"

Ron forgot all about Draco and said:

"Oh, hey Hermione, wait, what are you doing here? You're not part of the association."

Hermione blushed.

"Oh, I just wanted to drop bye and say hi and wish you, Harry, George, Fred and Ginny good luck." She said, sheepishly.

"Oh, she's here. Hey Gin! Hermione's here." Harry called.

Ginny waved a hand, not taking her eyes off Draco's limp figure and replied:

"Hi Hermione…"

"Uh, good luck in quidditch, Ginny."

"Thanks…" Ginny said, still not taking her eyes off him.

"Anyway…" Ron and Harry continued talking on and on with Hermione.

The coach was in the loo when all this happened and only the students were there.

Blaise ran toward Draco's limp body and so did the rest of the students, excluding the trio. Ginny was there first and was the only one who saw everything that happened.

"Move, move, GET OUT!" yelled Blaise as he pushed his way through the crowd. Get the hell out, you idiots! He thought.

When he finally got to Draco's body he knelt down and felt for a pulse. It was strong, good.

"Go get coach!" yelled Ginny.

All the students went to look for their coach except for Ginny and Blaise who stayed with Draco.

Blaise looked at her and asked:

"Why the heck are you still here, Weaselette?"

Ginny looked at him then she suddenly realized who she was with and who she stayed for, oops.

"For your information, last summer, before I knew that this association was here, I joined the healers' practice program, so I'm here to make sure that Malfoy is alright—no fractures or something…"

Blaise smirked maliciously.

"Oh and why is that? Don't you hate him? Or is it the opposite?"

Ginny grew red. She always blushed when someone teased whether it was true or not.

"What? I don't get what you're implying. But I am doing this because I wouldn't like Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy to worry about their precious heir. They are my parent's friends after all."

Blaise's smirk grew wider.

"Right," then he added with an undertone, "Weaselette and Draco. Weaselette and Draco…"

Ginny glared at him.

"I heard that." She snapped.

"I know."

Then they heard Draco groan.

"He's alive." Ginny whispered, her mouth open with astonishment.

"Why are you so happy? Can't wait to snog him?" asked Blaise.

Ginny scoffed.

"Heck no."

Then they heard the group come back with the coach, who was yelling all the way.