This is my first fan fiction...perhaps my first narrative (excluding those done in 3rd grade lol) So, I don't want to get your hopes up. This likely won't be the most amazing fic you've ever read ..but oh well? =D And really, you all should know by now, I do not own Harry Potter or anything related. [Although I really wouldn't mind owning a piece of Malfoy ]!

I know this chapter is fairly short! But I'll update soon :) with loads more!

Chapter 1:

It had been a painfully long day for Draco Malfoy. Unlike most, Draco's 8 hour work day was not riddled with mindless tasks or rigorous labor. In all honesty it wasn't the work that made Draco's day so excruciatingly tiring, it was in fact, the lack of work that killed him. Draco's self-made organization hadn't seen decent business for the past few months and consequently, he was forced to spend the majority of his days doing nothing.

Malfoy reclined in a semi-comfortable chair in front of his fireplace. For the reasons mentioned earlier he could no longer afford expensive chairs, robes or anything for that matter. His office, his chair, his home, they were all what Draco had once considered sub-par. But now he sat resting in his discount office chair as if he were a king. Although he could no longer afford to dress the part of a Malfoy, he still maintained his Malfoyesque qualities. He treated his tiny office as a corporation, his home as a palace and his sub-par chair was his throne. He sat gazing hopefully at his fireplace and stared with all his being at the flames as if he could summon a firecall, a job, business. And then, after about five minutes of looking, that's when it happened. The flames shook, irritated , ready to form into the head of a caller. Malfoy stood up with anticipation and moments later the flame went out Poof! Dark. Gone. The eyes that were so quickly filled with revived want filled with beaten disappointment.

Draco had taken to private investigating after the war. As a prominent figure during the darker days of the wizarding world, Draco had acquired a great deal of information regarding how to work around the Ministry. But with that information he was also granted a horrid reputation and was rejected by both the goodies and the badies of the war. His last name made him incapable of finding decent work with the goods and his first name marked him a traitor to the bads, a traitor to the Dark Lord's cause. Things were far too black and white for Draco in the wizarding world. So Draco found a sanctuary in the grey. He did what any strong willed person would have done. Since all the usual paths of life were blockaded by black-and-white prejudices , Draco forged his own.

It became apparent to Draco that today would end like all the others, nothing new, no new cases. Draco gathered his things, cast away the candle light and headed for the door. As his hand curled around the door light filled the room. He looked towards the candles, which had remained unlit, and then towards the fireplace. The floating head of a crimson haired girl appeared in his fireplace.

"Er... Malfoy?" asked the woman

"Weasel?" Draco answered coolly, while returning to his throne.

"How have you er...?" Ginny paused to look around at the room "been?"

"Things could be better. To what do I owe this ...interruption?" Draco questioned

Ginny was silent for a moment and nodded timidly. "well..you see.."

"Yes?" Draco tried to ask nicely though his impatience was fairly evident

"I want..." Ginny hesitated "---No need..you to investigate my husband"

With that Draco smiled his trademark slithergrin.

" Interesting...Do tell why"

"..Does it really matter why?" Ginny asked nervously

Draco rolled his eyes " If I don't know what I'm looking for..How do you expect me to find it?"

"Just give me reports on everything he does, I'll pay you, no questions asked"

"Fine by me Weasel, but this would be easier if I knew what I was seeking. Do you think he's sleeping around?"

Ginny blushed then shook her head, sidetoside, no.

"I'll owl you first thing tomorrow morning" she said quietly, almost whispering. Ginny turned to look at something behind her then quickly waved goodbye as the flames disappeared.

. Draco smirked and once again prepared to leave. There-there Mr. Potter, what have we been up to?

**

"Is someone here ?" Harry asked looking around the room curiously "I heard voices"

"No" she lied "I was talking to Mum about a few recipes"

Harry eyed his wife suspiciously then nodded in agreement. He didn't believe her but for the sake of not starting a fight, he pretended to. Harry wondered when exactly their relationship had turned into this. What was once love and felicity had become little lies hiding big secrets.

At age 23 Ginny had already developed a portly figure like her mother. Her once shapely body was now round with gentle love handles and cellulite . But Harry wasn't repelled by the extra layers the woman had put on. What pushed him the further away was what hid beneath the extra layers. Secrets. Lies. Like her extra poundage, she tried to mask her secrets with with dark colored lies. But Ginny was not the only one with secrets. Harry too had things he'd prefer not to share with his wife.

"I'll be going to bed then" Harry said in a tone that he hoped would mollify her worries.

"Goodnight love" Ginny smiled

"Goodnight" He returned "Ginny"