Disclaimer: Bite me Corporate fanfic! Nothing belongs ot me other than the plot. This is to my D/G shipping friend Tabba and of course the Tarrs. And, Kandi, who is my lovely shovel squire, but has disappeared.

I know, I know, Its taken forever to get a new chapter up and its a new story...well, worry not faithful readers...

A/N: Note that Draco is not a Death Eater, he's a sort of free agent in the field; he is more for the side of the light. Voldemort is dead, the final battle has happened. The aurors (Ginny included) spend their time rounding up the remaining Death Eaters who have turned to Organized Crime in the abscence of their leader. Draco is twenty-one, Ginny twenty.

...Yeah we walk through the doors so accusing their eyes, Like they have any right at all to criticize, Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason. ...-Anna Nalick
Ginny positioned herself on the stool in the center of the bar. The bartender handed her her regular drink. It was orange juice, but they pretended it was a screwdriver. She was sitting in a muggle bar on assignment at the moment and as soon as her suspect left the bar she would go too. It wouldn't do to have her motor skills impaired. She knew that from a first hand experience with a muggle bar and something they called "magic grass".

In the background a pop tune played while she sipped at the slightly acidic drink. She caught the beginning of the chorus and tilted her head to the side in recognition of the song, Breathe 2 am. It reminded her of the one person she tried to avoid thinking about. Keeping an eye on the target at a table a few feet away she slowly slipped into her past and the agonizing memories she tried so hard to protect herself from.

'She shivered in the cold, her boots crunching in the stiff snow. Her breath puffed in a warm stream and she steadily counted her quickening heartbeats. She quickly pulled her gloves from her pockets and pulled them on slowly. It was a sluggish movement and a slight relief from the winter wind. She gave a semi-contented sigh, wiping the stale sweat of her forehead.

She heard crunching behind her and quickening her pace set off for the Shrieking Shack. Most people wouldn't follow her there as in her second year the house had suddenly become active with the "supernatural" again. She herself knew what the truth about the Shack was. Professor Lupin had told her the truth about himself before the winter holidays. At the time she had been hateful, assuming that he had told her to make friends. But she'd come to realize that he was trying to help her move past the things that still troubled her. To move past the questions and doubts that formed in her mind.

Heading down the hill instead of taking the treacherous path ringed with ice she lost her footing in a patch of hidden ice and skid down the hill on her butt. Stunned she laid there cursing as creatively as Charlie, with quite a bit of vulgarity, until something heavy and very warm fell on her. She reveled in the warmth even as her backside began to soak through with the snow and her breath slowly returned.

"Just bloody great!" the mass yelped, and moved off her even as she recognized the voice.
"Malfoy?" and as she stared up at the silver haired boy she sucked her breath in again, her voice hoarse.

(DPOV)
Draco sat at the bar, focusing on his shot of whiskey. In the background he could hear the music in the muggle bar behind him. He listened to the words, they seemed vaguely familiar. He knocked back another shot and rested his forehead on the cool counter. He glanced to his left and caught sight of an amber colored liquid that reminded him of the one person he was trying to forget. He pointed at his empty glass and the guy's next to him, "I want that."

When the drink landed before him he stared moodily into it remembering her.

He had been trailing her for some time. He watched as she rubbed her arms for warmth and puff out a breath of warm mist. It was no wonder she was freezing, wearing the robes she was. Probably the best she owned.

Her pace increased as she headed towards the Shrieking Shack. He heard a cry of surprise as he watched her head disappear over the disgustingly white snow. Speeding up he topped the hill and slipped. He slid down the hill until he hit a solid lump and landed upon it. He scrambled to get up from what he was assuming was Ginny Weasley as she laid limply below him uttering a vulgar stream of oaths. For a moment he was scared she was concussed until he heard her ask in a confused voice, "Malfoy?"

"I didn't even know you could do that with a dragon and an umbrella," he said lightly. He met her gaze solidly and heard her suck in a rough breath. And he basked in the warmth of her cinnamon eyes that were quickly turning amber with her surprise. He later found other things that made her eyes go deep and warm with color. At that moment in time, though, he despised her for making him feel the way he did about her, even as he knew it wasn't her fault he was attracted to the girl.

He could still hear her voice echoing in his mind. That one word was what started everything. That one word had ended everything. One more drink and he was out of here. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't his memory assaulting him with his surname. He spun around and squinted at the woman standing behind him, a purse strapped across her shoulders and a look of surprise on her ambering eyes. Dawning flashed through his mind even as she turned to go.
"Sodding Weasley," he said sadly, positive that he was seeing things. He gave a hiccough and reached for his wallet.
(GPOV)
Ginny watched as her target finished his meeting with the other two members at his table. It seemed to be a reunion of old Death Eaters. She waited seventy-two seconds before rising to follow him. As she stood she raised a hand to her chest. She struggled to breathe as she took a shaky step forward.

'Something's wrong,' she thought, 'I don't feel right.' Sharp pain lanced up her chest and she spotted a figure father down the bar she thought she recognized. She hoped he was who she believed.

She struggled to his side and feeling slightly foolish said, "Malfoy?...Malfoy...Malfoy!"

Her face burning with embarrassment, or maybe it was flushed, and just a little angry at herself she turned to stumble away. She felt more than saw the figure turn as he squinted at her through his drunken stupor. Her breathing stopped completely for a moment as she saw recognition flash through his eyes.
"Sodding Weasley," he muttered between a hiccough. He leaned back against the bar and looked at her cooly from behind his drunken sight. Breathe, she prodded herself lightly. When she exhaled she said, "Bloody Draco Malfoy."
Malfoy; the word that had started it all. The word that had ended it all. And with a startled gasp she fell forward.

Well, there it is, I hope you like it. I'm still trying to decide whether it should be a one-shot or a story. Let me know?

Hugs and shovels,

Heaven