A/N: Welcome to my new story! This is a story about Ginny and Draco having an affair after the war is over. The actuay time is about 5 months after the battle. I don't know how long it is going to be, I'm just letting it come out of my fingertips as it comes. M for later chapters.

I don't own anything in the world of Harry Potter…only the story line.

I hope you enjoy and review!

"Ginny! Did you move my navy dress shirt? I had it on the chair."

"I hung it up and put it in your closet so it wouldn't wrinkle."

"I told you not to move my things!"

The witch could hear her boyfriend shuffle through his garments before slamming the wardrobe door shut. He came stomping down the stairs, upset that he had another meeting at the Ministry. The angry tone in his voice was not surprising to the red head; he usually raised his voice at her. He came up to her and gave her a forced peck on the cheek and said a quick goodbye before walking to the kitchen of Grimmauld Place and flooing to the Ministry through the fireplace. She watched him go through the emerald flames and felt a small wave of relief at his absence.

The war had taken a serious toll on everyone who fought in it, but it especially affected Ginny and Harry's relationship. It seemed happy and healthy to everyone because that's how they portrayed it, but in reality, they were struggling. Harry was constantly gone, for one thing. When he wasn't testifying at death eater trials, he was being pressured by Kingsley to become an Auror. Harry wanted to be one, of course, but he needed to get his life figured out before he jumped into a full job. Newspapers, magazines, and the Daily Profit were always sending letters to him as well, begging him to give an interview or answer questions. He tried to brush them off or ignore them the best he could but he felt that, as the one that defeated the Dark Lord, he was obliged to give the citizens of the wizarding world even more closure. Meanwhile, Ginny was trying to keep up with the house and the constant gifts and letters that were streaming through their front door on a daily basis. It was absolutely astonishing how much money they had acquired, simply from letters, and while Harry and Ginny both felt it was excessive, it would be too much work to try and send it all back to its rightful owner. Instead, they created an account at Gringotts to help support their friends and family.

What really kept their relationship strained, however, was their inability to come to terms with the deaths that had happened due to the war. Ginny was always depressed or sad thinking about Fred. She had been so close to him; he had taught her how to fly. It felt like the solid rock that she had crumbled under her and now she was dangling to stay up. Her entire family was a wreck, especially George and her mum, so she thought that moving in with Harry at Grimmauld place would help her since she wasn't in the depressing atmosphere. Turns out it made things worse, because she needed to be with her family, but she stayed at Harry's place anyway to support him and be there for him. She had a hard time expressing her feelings to anyone and always kept them bottled up. She wasn't use to the idea of Voldemort actually being gone for good, so she was always watching her back when she was out and the paranoia was exhausting. Not only was she constantly emotionally spent, but she was always physically and mentally drained as well. The worst part was that Harry didn't seem to notice or if he did, he didn't acknowledge it. He was too busy running around with the weight of the world still on his shoulders. They figured that once the war was over, he would be able to just relax and enjoy life, but they were dead wrong. Since he had been the one to kill the Dark Lord, it seemed that the wizarding world expected him to rebuild everything for them. It was just too much.

The witch shuffled over to the cabinet and reached for the familiar glass bottle. She pulled out the almost empty firewhiskey and made a mental note to go grab some more while she was out running errands. She closed the wooden door and grabbed a crystal glass and poured out the rest of the alcohol. She took a swig and loved the burning feel that coursed through her as the liquid made its way down her throat. She wouldn't call herself an alcoholic, she was far from it, but sometimes a shot or two helped her get through the day. She put the glass in the sink and used her wandless magic to turn the faucet on and rinse out the cup. She discarded the empty fifth of whiskey before going upstairs and turning on the shower. She put her hand under the running water and waited until it was practically scolding hot. She rejected her worn nightgown and let it pool at her feet. She slowly stepped into the burning water and let her body heat up. She liked the shower because it was routine; the water was the same temperature, the showerhead permanently stayed put and the water hit her in the same spots. She ran her fingers through her long, fiery hair, and cried her eyes out. She cried for specific reasons unknown, but this always happened. She stood in the shower everyday and bawled the entire time.

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The only person that Ginny revealed everything to was Hermione. They had made sure to keep their friendship strong, even through the stressful aftermath of the war, and met with each other at least twice a week. Hermione didn't have nearly as many problems as Ginny though. She was able to locate her parents in Australia and restore their lost memories. Sure, Fred meant something to her too, but she didn't lose any family members as a result of the war. Her relationship with Ron was a lot stronger as well. He never lashed out at her like Harry often did with Ginny, and they made sure to tell each other everyday that they loved each other. Harry said those words to her maybe three times a week at most. Ginny stepped outside the front door and closed her eyes before twisting into oblivion and apparating to the Burrow. She entered through the back down and was immediately wrapped into a bear hug by her mother.

"Gin. So good to see you dear."

"Thanks mum. Good to see you too."

Molly Weasley pulled away from her daughter and scurried to the kettle that was now screaming on the stovetop. With a flick of her wand the flame was diminished and the steam wafted through the cozy kitchen. She pulled out three teacups and poured the burning liquid into the cups. She handed a cup to her daughter before going to the bottom of the stairs to summon Hermione.

"Hermione dear! Ginny's here and the tea is hot!"

"On my down!"

The muffled reply came from somewhere high in the rafters but soon Ginny could hear the patter of Hermione coming down the old rickety stairs. The witch appeared from around the corner and attacked her friend with a bone-crushing hug. Ginny giggled a little, always finding the brunette's enthusiasm funny. She finally pulled away and gladly accepted the cup of steaming tea from Molly. The elder witch took her own cup and saucer and retreated to the nursery to work on a new sweater. Mrs. Weasley never sat in on Hermione and Ginny's conversations because the latter didn't want her too. Ginny knew that if she told her mother everything, she would constantly be worried about her, and her mother didn't need that in her life right now. The two witches sat down at the kitchen table and nursed their tea. Hermione took a small sip out of her's and set it back down before asking Ginny the usual questions.

"How are things?"

"The same."

"Are you still drinking?"

"Yes."

"Did you drink yesterday?"

"Yep."

"How much?"

"Five shots worth."

"That's two more than usual."

Ginny shrugged and took a swig of her tea, "Eh. I needed to finish the bottle."

"It's gone?"

"Yes ma'am."

Hermione let out an audible sigh and looked at the youngest Weasley. She worried about her deeply. Ginny had lost her spark after the war, but Hermione was the only one who really had noticed. Harry neglected to pay attention to his girlfriend like he should and the rest of the Weasley family was too busy planning for Fred's funeral. On top of it all, Teddy was now living in the Burrow where Mrs. Weasley could help raise the orphan. Most of the spare attention was given to the little tyke. Hermione reached over and took Ginny's hand in her own.

"Ginny, I think you need help. Professional help. Talking to me isn't enough."

"Hermione I'm fine-"

"Stop lying to yourself Gin!"

The red head shut her mouth as she watched Hermione pull something out of her back pocket. She took the folded parchment; it looked like some sort of poster, and unfolded it. She put in on the table and smoothed it out before handing it to her friend. As Ginny scanned the words, Hermione talked over any thoughts that were going through her head.

"It's a sort of counseling group. It's for people who have been severely affected by the war. They meet once a week and it's completely free. I think it would be good for you to see that you're not alone."

Ginny read over the information. The group met on Thursday nights in a small practice off of Diagon Alley. The witch gently folded the poster back up and slipped it into her robe pocket. She took another sip of her tea and looked back at her friend.

"Thanks Hermione. I'll think about it."

"Please do Ginny. I really think it'll help."

The youngest Weasley simply shrugged her shoulders and changed the subject.

A/N: I hope you liked the first update! Review please!