Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. JK Rowling owns it all.

Author's Note: Hi. :D I HAVE NO INTERNET AT HOME! again... Anyway, here is a new story. It's only going to have seven chapters. Chapter three is now being worked on and chapter seven is already done. Um... so, update will be on April 21st.

Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy hated his job. It was everything he hated, everything he made fun of and it was utterly beneath him. He felt like he was pissing on every Malfoy grave every time he took out the dratted camera.

The good things about his job were that his pay was astounding and he was good at it. To be what he was, he needed to be cunning and ruthless. And you know what? He was all that and a bag of bloodpops. But moments like these, where he was hiding in the bushes beneath someone's window, he indulged in a little self hatred. The only other good thing about his job, and probably the only thing worth mentioning, was that he played a huge rule in torturing one Harry Potter.

You would think that because Potter was an Auror, he would know a thing or two about warding properly. Yet, here was Draco, bypassing all the wards. In a way, he should really be thanking his father, who's niche was warding. If his father knew what Draco was using the knowledge he had passed down for, he'd be rolling in his cell at Azkaban. Draco suspected, however, that he was doing that regardless; still angered by Draco's divorce from Astoria a year ago.

It wasn't that Draco had disliked Astoria exactly, but one year with her made him realise that his life was just dull and boring. Though she was extraordinarily beautiful, she was easy to manipulate and for some reason, he could never get a rise out of her. He had also thought that she had been incredibly naïve, but he was proven wrong of that by when she had said, quite frankly, that she wanted some compensation for the 'anguish she went through over Draco's affairs'. Draco had no idea that she had known of the men he had slept with since he always took care of hiding it for Narcissa's sake by going to muggle hotels. He didn't really care if Astoria had known or not, but he gave her, in his mind, props for acting like nothing was happening. She was the ideal Lady Malfoy. Too bad she was wasted on Draco.

Narcissa Malfoy, however, had frozen all of Draco's accounts once Draco got his divorce. She had always loved Astoria and his mother had always remarked how Astoria resembled her when she was younger. It was really disgusting how men seemed to marry their mothers in a way. Draco was now broke and wasn't going to receive any of his money until he was twenty-one, something his mother couldn't control. That was in three months.

Draco heard a crash from inside Potter's house. A smirk appeared on his face. Perfect.

"You see what you did?" Ginny hissed. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't left in the first place-"

Harry snorted as he glanced at the Daily Prophet. "Right. My fault. Perhaps you shouldn't jump to conclusions. Perhaps you could have asked your brother where I was."

"Well, at least Ron has the decency to tell his wife where he was going." His wife sneered with narrowed eyes. "Now, look what has happened. We are the discussion everyone is having during breakfast. How can I even face going to Diagon Alley today?"

"I might be an auror, Gin, but we have other expenses to pay, other houses." He pointedly stressed that last word at her. "You have enough clothes as it is."

"Oh, so now you want to control what I do?"

"Oh not this again," Harry huffed."You know that's not what I meant..."

"So then you think I'm not worth it?"

"Stop twisting everything around!You have to know your priorities."

"So now you're looking down on me?"

Harry felt like tearing out his hair in frustration. "That's not-"

"I AM GOING TO THE BURROW. I don't need to be treated like this by my own husband." And with that Ginny Potter leaves. She actually didn't put up much a fight this time, which Harry was grateful and a little skeptical about. They'd usually be at it for a couple more minutes before she would run to the Burrow and cry to Molly.

Harry ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. It was already bad enough without the Daily Prophet finding out. He didn't enjoy how his marriage was already turning sour and they were only married for a couple of months. And he had thought of settling down with her long and hard, it wasn't a spur of the moment thing. They had been dating three years before he had finally proposed and he had heavily weighed the pros and cons before he went down on one knee.

How did they find out? His townhouse was so heavily warded it rivaled Grimmauld Place. If someone got that picture, it had to be someone he or Ginny had known since the were joint-secret keepers. There was only a handful of people he had told; Ron, Hermione, Shacklebolt, Luna and Andromeda. Ginny also told a few people, but they were all trustworthy. Or at least, he thought they were. She must have been responsible for the leak.

He grabbed the newspaper from the floor. He looked up and found the window the person had obviously snapped the picture from. He was actually standing at the same spot. Harry decided to check out the area. Perhaps he could find a strand of hair or an article of clothing, anything. He needed to find out who did this.

He opened his front door and quickly stepped down the three steps. There was a small bush of leaves there, under the window, little pink buds were peppered randomly about.

He frowned when he found that nothing was lying around that indicated who the perpetrator was. He did a few spells that were taught to him during his auror training (which he recently completed not even six months prior) and he came up empty handed.

Perhaps this wasn't even where he should be looking. He needed to make a call to Luna. She had connections to the Daily Prophet, surely, she could find out who was on their payroll.

He quickly set out to find Pig.