Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot, and I'm not quite even sure I own that. Sure, I thought of it, but with the thousands of fanfics on FFN, I'm not sure that nobody else has thought of it.

Wow. Another story. One that I actually have a couple chapters written! I have up to chapter five written already, and all thirty-five/forty chapters planned. I hope that I get past chapter eight this time! --; But really, if I don't update in two weeks, you have my full permission to review, email, telephone, snail mail, or otherwise harass me in order to get me to update. Or you can send your complaints to my friend Becki and she'll take care of all the nagging. God knows she does it enough anyways…

This is TOTALLY different than what I normally write. Actually, I don't usually even read post-Hogwarts fics, but this little plot bunny popped into my head late one night, or maybe it was during first hour, A-days when I'm in my "free period". (don't ask)

The chapter are short, especially the first two. The others get slightly longer, but on the whole they will be pretty short. Just to warn you. That's why I'm posting three tonight, and not just this one. The chapters will be in alternating PoVs - this one is Ginny, the next Draco, the next Ginny, the next Draco, etc...

My name is Ginny Weasley; remember that. I am 21 years old, old enough (luckily) to be an Auror and part of the Order of the Phoenix. I graduated from a wizarding school – Hogwarts – four years ago, when I was 17.

My life mostly revolves around my work. I have no time for any boyfriends or anything like that. I'm a bit antisocial, I guess, and I rarely spend time doing anything frivolous with anyone else. In fact, I rarely do anything frivolous, period.

If I wasn't so driven about my work, I suppose I could get a boyfriend. I'm not ugly; people even tell me I'm pretty. I have dark red hair that goes down to my shoulders. My eyes are a plain brown, and my face is slightly tanned from being outside so much doing Auror stuff. I'm short but fast and good at casting spells and curses.

The Order is a group of anti-Death Eaters, those who fight Voldemort and his minions. The more well-known people in it are Dumbledore, McGonagall, all my family, Harry, Hermione, and Snape. Other less-known people include Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody. Our sole purpose is to bring Voldemort down. Harry's going to be the main person to do that, as there's this stupid prophecy thing that states that one of them will kill the other. "Them", of course, referring to Harry and Voldemort. The rest of us get the job of fighting all the Death Eaters and Dark Creatures while Harry kicks Voldemort's butt.

My family, all part of the order, consists of my mum, Molly; my dad, Arthur; and my six brothers. In chronological order, they are Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron. I'm the youngest out of us seven, and the only girl. It's a pain at times, but at least I got my own room when we lived in the Burrow. Unfortunately, we now live in Number 12, Grimmauld Place, and I have to share a room with Hermione. Why we have to share a room, I don't know; she's 22 and I'm 21. Isn't that a bit old to share a room outside of a Muggle college when there are plenty of unused rooms in this old house?

We're living in Grimmauld Place right now because it's not safe to be in the outside world. Well, for us in the Order, anyway. Somehow the Death Eaters found out who half the Order is, or was, so we all have to stay in as much as we can.

I'm switching topics awfully fast, I know, but it's important stuff. I mean, this is my life. I have a right to ramble about it, right?

The last time I loved somebody in that way was when I was 16. I was dating my friends' worst enemy, Draco Malfoy, for a glorious eight-and-a-half month, but we had to break up when he graduated. It would never have worked anyway – his father, Lucius Malfoy, was forcing him to become a Death Eater, and I wanted to be an Auror. Draco's occupation goes entirely against my beliefs, even though I know he's not like that.

Ack, I sound like a lovesick puppy. I'm not like that at all. Really. I'm far too busy for the bitch they call "love".

That is, as long as I don't run into Draco.

So short…. But I like the end. Review if you feel like it, but please at least add me to your favorites/author alert list. Because you love me:puppy dog eyes:

-Kinsey-