A/N: If you started reading this story when it was published back in oh... 2006-2007; I've changed things around! The concept is the same and I've kept a few passages from the original two chapters, but otherwise, a lot has changed! So please be sure to read from the beginning!

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Chapter 1 – Chocolate Solves Everything

Ginny Weasley eagerly stepped into Hogsmeade Village and made her way down the path to Honeydukes. Hogsmeade still took her breath away, even after being given the privilege of coming here during her Hogwarts years. The village looked just as beautiful in the spring time as it did in the winter. Instead of the village slumbering underneath the blanket of white snow, it was now awake with bursts of colors exploding about the path. The trees were beginning to blossom, the birds were chirping away, and the sun was shining brightly on the villagers and visitors of the cozy town. Knowing she didn't have time to dawdle around town, she made the most of her lunch break to stock up on some confectionaries in order to calm her nerves.

Ginny was anxious to learn whether or not her placement at Witch Weekly would be permanent. She had been with Witch Weekly for about a month now, and was eagerly waiting to find out what her new assignment would be. The wizarding magazine had her on a trial basis in order to test her writing and reporting capabilities. After being a part of the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team for a couple of years, Ginny transitioned into a less evasive career as a Quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet. Fashion and gossip wasn't something she was the most skilled at writing, but Ginny decided to take on the challenge for writing for the premier entertainment magazine.

As she stepped into the sweet shop, the bell above the door tinkled. The sweet aroma of freshly made fudge wafted by her nose, making the red-head sighs in pleasure. Honeydukes was just as she remembered it. There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. As far as her brown eyes could see, there was candy everywhere. Her eyes fixated on the chocolate section in the far left corner of the shop, and her feet quickly guided her there. As she scanned the shelves, she mentally sorted through the wide variety of sweets the store offered: Charm Choc, Chocoballs, Chocolate Frogs, Chocolate Wands, and much more. She stopped at Wizochoc, her favorite chocolate treat. Created by using three types of delectable delights - milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and Honeydukes' own prize-winning fudge - it was easily the sweet that made Ginny's mouth water.

Reaching out for a handful, she nearly collided with another person, almost knocking her head into their tall frame.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't-," but Ginny stopped short when she realized who it was that she had bumped into. Of course, it was none other than Draco Malfoy. There he was in all his self-acclaimed glory – shining platinum blond locks, imperial gray eyes, expensive robes and all. She inwardly swore. Of course she had to run into the last person on earth she would want to see on a day when she was already frazzled with nerves and anxiety.

"Gods, Weasel, you need to learn to watch where you're going!" He scowled as he made a show of dusting his robes, as if the proximity of being in contact with a Weasley had soiled his robes. Ginny rolled her eyes irritably.

Draco smirked, "Merlin's beard, are you trying to rot all your teeth or is it that time of the month?"

"How misogynistic of you, Malfoy. Of course a woman can't simply eat chocolate because she enjoys it," Ginny scowled, her coffee eyes flaring with annoyance. "Besides, chocolate has many uses, it solves everything." As the words rolled off her tongue, the teachings of the late Remus Lupin come back to her from her Hogwarts days.

"I always did think that Lupin was a nutter," Draco retorted.

She gives him an icy glare from her usually warm brown eyes that elicited a slight look of surprise from Draco Malfoy. Clutching her small pile of chocolates possessively like a small child, she sniffed, "Besides I should be asking you the same thing, you nearly cleaned out the entire shelf."

He looked down and saw that his pile of acquired sweets was much larger than hers. "Oh, never you mind Weaslette, at least I can afford to buy however many sweets I want to."

That definitely did the trick as Ginny pushed past him with a huff. "Oh, sod off, Draco Malfoy!"

After standing in line to pay for her chocolates, she tried to cool off as she exited the shop. Of all of the days she had to run into the git, it had to be today. She was already at her wit's end and Malfoy knew exactly which buttons to push. He was the same insufferable prat that made her school days miserable.

The single chime of the clock tower in the center of the village brought her out of her train of thought. "Merlin's beard! I better head back to work," Ginny cried, and with a frantic pop she disappeared from the town square.

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