A/N: Here's the second chapter. Some of you were asking some questions about Ginny's life before this story takes place and I'll be sure to add some info in the coming chapters so just be patient. In the meantime, enjoy the second chapter.

Chapter 2

Ginny woke up feeling like she wanted to do something spontaneous today. But first she would need to get out of the house. Glancing out her window she saw that it was going to be a beautiful day. She got up and quickly showered and got dressed. She then grabbed some scrolls, quills and ink, threw them in her purse and headed downstairs.

She found her mom out back doing some gardening.

"Morning mum."

"Oh Ginny dear, there you are. I thought you were going to sleep in all day. Would you mind doing the laundry for me? This garden is taking longer than I thought it would," she said as she yanked a weed out of the ground.

"Actually mum I was thinking about heading into Diagon Alley today and do some writing. Would you mind?" she asked though she felt a little silly being a grown adult and having to ask her mother if it was okay.

Mrs. Weasley looked a little surprised but nevertheless said, "Of course, dear. You go right ahead. I know I keep you here all the time anyways. Take a day to yourself and the laundry can wait."

"Thanks. I'll be back before dinner," Ginny said as she gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek. She then walked to the end of the driveway and disapparated.

She arrived in front of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. She thought about going inside to visit George but felt too anxious to get started and so she decided she would visit him before she left. Instead she walked down the street to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour where she sat down at one of the vacant tables outside.

When the war ended Diagon Alley had to be completely rebuilt since there was so much destruction but ever since it was finished Ginny loved to come here and watch the people walking by. She also occasionally wrote stories but lately she hadn't been inspired to write. Until today, of course.

Florean saw her through the window and hurried out.

"Ginny! How good to see you! You haven't been here in months," he said.

"Yeah, things have been busy at home but I was able to get away today," she said smiling. When she would come to people watch she always came here because Florean let her sit as long as she wanted and occasionally he would even give her some free ice cream. She had a feeling it had to do with the fact that she was dating Harry and he used to do the same for him during the summer when Harry stayed at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Well, what would you like my dear?"

"Just the usual," she said.

"Coming right up," he said with a grin as he headed back inside. With him gone Ginny turned her attention to the surrounding area. Monday was always a great day to come because the street was filled with so many mothers running errands and trying to keep track of their children. Of course it was during school time so all of the older kids were off at Hogwarts but there was still plenty going on.

Ginny spotted a particularly harrowed looking woman. She was pretty young and couldn't be more than a few years older than herself. In one hand she pushed a stroller with an infant inside and with the other hand she tried to hold on to a wriggling little toddler. By the looks of it the boy was trying to break free and run to the Quidditch shop. The woman finally sat down on a bench a few shops down from Ginny and made the boy sit next to her. She then pulled out a snack from under the stroller and handed it to the boy who greedily took it and started eating giving her a moments rest.

After observing all this Ginny reached into her bag and pulled out her writing supplies. She would often find subjects who she only saw for a few minutes but she would then write a story around them trying to guess their life. With another glance at the woman who was once again getting up to walk further down the street Ginny started writing like she hadn't in months.

She had written half a scroll when Florean came out with her burger and fries and a chocolate milkshake. She said thanks and paid him and then continued to write only breaking for short minutes to eat her lunch.

By the time that the she finished her burger she had written another scrolls worth. She smiled inwardly to herself at how much she had accomplished. She wasn't sure if the story was any good but at least she had been able to write again. That was when she looked up and saw a familiar blond man walking towards her.

She wasn't sure if he had seen her yet and immediately thought about running away before he saw her. But then she thought better of it. Why should she have to go away? And besides, why shouldn't he see her? It's not like they had a problem with each other anymore.

"Hey Draco," she said when he was close enough. He looked up and spotted her. For a second he almost looked embarrassed but then he put on his confident smirk and came over.

"Hey Ginny. What's up?" he asked looking at her stuff on the table.

"Just finishing lunch. You?" she asked trying to turn over her scroll without him noticing.

"Me too. I was just heading back to the office. What are you working on?" he asked nodding at the scrolls she was trying to nonchalately tuck into her bag.

"Oh nothing much. Just some writing I was doing," she answered. He looked at her as if asking her to explain so she elaborated. "I like to come here and write stories sometimes."

"Really? Can I read it?" he asked with a little bit of shock and condescending tone. She immediately bristled at his manner. She knew she was a good writer and hated when people suggested she wasn't.

"Sure," she answered handing over the scrolls. He took a seat across from her and started to read. Ginny hated watching other people read her work so she tried to focus on the people passing by though her eyes kept being drawn back to Draco.

About five minutes later he looked up from the scrolls. "Wow, I have to say, I'm impressed. You're a good writer."

"Thank you," she said snatching them back with a little smirk on her face.

"Is it about you?" he asked blatantly to which she balked a little. The story was about a woman who felt trapped in her life because she had married young, had kids, and was now stuck in a marriage to a man whom she didn't love.

"Why would you ask that?" she asked with a sharp tone.

"I don't know, the main character just sounded like you and don't most people write what they know. Obviously I know you aren't married and don't have kids but it just sounded like it was told from your point of view," he explained running a hand through his hair. He looked uncomfortable but also like he was trying to gauge her reaction. She blushed a little but tried to keep any other expression off her face.

"Well, it's not. I just made it up. But I'm glad you liked it," she answered.

"Do you write a lot?"

"When I have time. I haven't written in a while though but there was something about today," she replied looking into his eyes. He was looking at her so intensely that she had to look away. "Anyways, I should probably be heading back."

"Yeah, me too. I have a meeting in an hour. Actually, it's with your boyfriend and some other people," he said as they stood up.

"Harry?" she asked but in her surprise she dropped all of her writing stuff that she was trying to put in her bag on the ground. "Oh great!"

She dropped to the ground to try to retrieve all of the quills and scrolls. Luckily the ink hadn't spilled otherwise it would have ruined her story. Draco also bent over to help her. He grabbed a quill that had broken and handed it to her. As their hands touched she blushed but then she frowned as she saw that the one that had broken had been her favorite one.

"Oh, I really loved this quill," she said sadly as she shoved it in her bag along with all the other stuff. Draco then stood up and offered her his hand to get up. She took it and stood up avoiding his eyes. She felt weird having talked to Draco about her writing. To her it was so personal. She had come a long way to be able to write like she did now and she barely knew Draco.

"Thank you," she said glancing up at him. She gave him a shy smile.

"No problem," he said giving her a smirk. For some reason she felt the faintest tingle of butterflies in her stomach looking at him.

"I, um, I guess I'll see you later. Bye," she said as she quickly walked away in the opposite direction. Only once she was a few shops away did she glance back to see him strolling towards the Leaky Cauldron.

She breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't understand why she had been acting that way. She had no reason to be nervous around Draco and she definitely shouldn't be feeling butterflies around him. She had a boyfriend who she loved with her whole heart. She decided to push it out of her mind and ignore it. It was probably just because she didn't often show other people her work and she had only just started writing again.

For a moment she thought about going into a shop to get a new quill but decided against it. The one she had lost was a very nice and expensive one and she didn't want to spend the money on it right now. She would just make do with other ones in the meantime. Also, she thought it was best for her to go home and help her mum. It would take her mind off things anyway. With that she disapparated back to the Burrow.

The rest of her night went pretty quietly. She helped her mom with dinner and the laundry and Harry stopped by for a bit but then said he had to run. For some reason Ginny wasn't really sad to see him go. It wasn't that she didn't want him there and in fact, she was quite happy when he was there to keep her company. But she remembered a time when all she wanted was to be with Harry and she never wanted to spend a second without him.

She pondered this and the earlier events from the day as she got dressed for bed. She was happy she had gone out today to write. It had been so long but it still felt good to just sit and write endlessly without thinking. Of course, this also lead her to think about her encounter with Draco today. She blushed thinking about him but scolded herself. There was no reason to blush over Draco Malfoy. He may have changed but he was still Malfoy.

She was just about to get under the covers when she heard a sound at her window. She looked over and saw an unfamiliar owl sitting on the ledge with a small package. She walked over and untied the package. Before she could look any closer at the owl it flew out the window. Instead, Ginny turned her attention to the package now in her hand. It was long and thin and wrapped in green and silver paper.

She opened it and found inside the exact same quill as the one that had broken earlier that day, even down to the purple feathers. There was no note but it was obvious from the wrapping and what had happened earlier that it was from Draco. Maybe she did have something to blush about after all.