This is my first fan fiction!!! Published one, that is, and I am so excited! Please review and of course read and enjoy!

And obviously JK Rowling owns it all... all but my silly plot :)

Ginny glanced down at the tiny black box she held in her hands.

It was a muggle camera, one that she had rescued from her father before it was turned into something else. She smiled as she thought of her father, and her family.

And Fred… she squinted into the viewfinder to distract herself from that sharp, painful thought.

The nineteen year old adjusted the light meter, and her hands automatically searched for and set the shutter speed. Ginny flicked her wand to write letters in the air and snapped the first picture of the suspended purple words.

Ginny Weasley

Undercover Freelance Photographer

Roll 42

The freckled red-head whisked away the words that would distinguish that particular roll of film, and satisfied, she looked up. Something wet splashed on her cheek. Sighing, the girl took out her raincoat she had been expecting to use and put it on.

The downpour started just as she applied the water repellant charm to the camera, as well as herself. She was only just on the outskirts of London, so the raincoat was still needed, in case a wandering muggle happened by and saw a girl wearing everyday clothes and not getting wet.

Ginny smiled grimly as she imagined the look on that muggle's face. She tapped the toe of her left boot to re-adjust her feet, and set off down the road. She allowed her mind to wander as she skipped over a newly formed puddle on the soon to be mud road.

No muggle cars zipped by her today. Today was different. War changes everything; Ginny rubbed the bridge of her nose in discomfort, a habit she had developed since her final year at Hogwarts.

After Harry, Ron and Hermione had graduated, along with many of the other Gryffindors with whom she was close, Ginny grew very self-conscious and nervous without their comforting presence.

After Fred and George had left, Ginny had the trio to lean back on, but after they left… Luna Lovegood, the Creevey brothers? Yea, whatever, Ginny continued on down the road.

Of course, now that Voldemort was dead, everyone, including her overbearing mother, expected her and most other girls to settle down and start pumping out babies. What the fools hadn't realized was all the clean up they had to do. Not to mention the delusional Death Eaters, and the army they had raised, believed that the fight was not over. They believed that Voldemort wasn't dead, just like the last time Harry had beaten him.

Harry…

Ginny sighed. That was the boy to whom her mother was hoping for an immediate betrothal. Which is entirely antiquated, of course; even Hermione thinks so. Just because he was her first crush didn't mean she wanted to marry him.

Although, she did still fancy him quite a bit, especially because of the time they had spent together during his sixth, and her fifth year. They had grown so close, and yet…she wasn't satisfied.

Although she herself could never quite explain exactly what she felt was lacking, nevertheless…her mother still expected them to marry and Ginny wasn't completely revolted by the idea, just confused. So she assumed her heart was in the right, and her mind simply couldn't shut up.

Still…there is something too perfect and flat about him…

But now Ginny couldn't concentrate. She put these discomforting thoughts out of her mind and after checking to see if any muggles were present before disapparating with a crack.

Arriving on the scene of a battlefield always sickened Ginny. Getting her camera, as well as her nausea, under control, she looked around from her safety zone she had visited a fair few times before.

These better make me millions, she thought as she set her teeth and held the camera up to her right eye, and started clicking.

Bodies, wands, spells, magic, death were all captured with the movement of Ginny's finger. Standing alone atop a muddy hill, Ginny became engrossed in what she was doing. Second nature took over and she set her conscious mind back from the revulsion she felt as well as the fear.

About the length of a Quidditch pitch away, a solitary form stood hidden in the forest near the battle scene, watching, shielded by the bushes and by a black hood. Dead sliver colored eyes flashed as the figure squinted at the photographer on the hilltop, searching his knowledge and memory. Pale eyebrows shot up in recognition as the wind snatched Ginny's hood from her head and sent a cascade of red hair flowing across her back.

The cloaked figure watched as Ginny paused to fix her hood, letting the camera drop on its strings, suspended from her neck. She tilted her head sideways, to help her hand sweep the hair into a bunch on her right shoulder. As she did, she saw the tall black shape in the woods and abruptly stood up, defiant and frightened.

Death eater, she thought, hand moving slowly to her wand in her back pocket.

Her, the figure thought debating whether or not to take a step forward. What is she doing here? And not fighting?

The air between them hung suspended for a moment. Ginny snapped time back into place as she pointed her wand at the man, and the figure took the step forward.

"Stay there!" Ginny called, her voice carried over the short distance by the wind. "I… I can, and will, kill you!" She walked a couple of more paces forward, as the shadowed outline of evil did the same. "I said, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!"

The Death Eater laughed, and continued walking towards Ginny, pulling out his own wand as he did so. The laugh sent cold shivers of fear and slight recognition down Ginny's spine.

The odd pair met in a slight dip in the land, taking them out of view of the main fighting that the girl had been so engrossed in a moment before. Ginny realized she was trembling slightly and forced herself to stop. The man across form her was no doubt a Death Eater, he had black boots and pants that were covered by an ankle length cloak that covered everything. Black gloved hands held a long wand pointing at Ginny's own, and a dark, secretive hood covered his face.

"You're just as I remember," the man started speaking in a voice that sounded like ice water. Ginny frowned. Again that laugh. Ginny's frown increased, as did her fear.

"Now you're a photographer? Have you changed so much, is this your only work these days, or are you in it for the joy, the pure entertainment, like I am?" Ginny suppressed a shudder as she prepared to answer.

"I-I'm not like you." Why she was so scared?

"Oh, of course you're not. You're pathetic, stupid and weak. How could you even begin to want to compare yourself to me at all?" The haughty laugh returned.

Ginny began to say something snappy and rude in return, but coldness settled around her body and soul. "What-what are you doing? How are you doing that…?" She trailed off weakly, her wand arm wavering.

The Death Eater looked around and saw dementors floating onto the field below them. He turned back to the girl, who was shaking slightly, and unsuccessfully trying to control it. "I'm not doing anything," he began, as he saw her knees start to waver. "It's the dementors coming for your friends on the field down there. You know that they won't survive, and yet…" He trailed off, lowering his wand, seeing his opponent no longer a threat.

Ginny tried to turn her head. "Dementors!" she gasped, struggling to reach for her camera. "I need…I need a picture of those…" Her knees failed, as she looked back up at the black robed enemy. "Get…away from…me…"

The man's laugh came through again, though not as loud as before. "Go ahead, Ginny," his soft voice was taunting in her ears. "Take your stupid pictures." He stepped closer and raised his wand again. "You won't remember any of this when I'm done." He looked down into the girl's brown eyes. They widened with his name on her lips as she recognized who he was.

"Malfoy…?" She whispered as he started the incantation. "Draco Malfoy…?" His hood was blown off his face as the memory spell shot out of his wand. He quickly replaced it, with shaking hands.

Had she seen? How did she know? He backed up slowly from her crumpled form on the ground. Why do you care? He sternly told himself as she turned around and strode off. She's a Weasley, for god's sake, none the less a girl, and from their side. Besides, the spell will have worked, it always did. Get a hold of yourself, Draco…

Draco…Draco Malfoy…Malfoy…

His name, said by her, echoed in his mind as he sped up his pace and disappeared as he walked back they way he had come.

Draco paced.

Alone in the ruined manor, he had no idea what to do with himself. Thracing the worn carpet behind his father's desk with his feet and his eyes, he thought.

That girl, that stupid fucking whore... The sight of Ginny Weasley had brought to the surface many memories from his past, memories he was having a difficult time with. He turned toward the fireplace and twirled his wand at it, sparking a fire.

He paced back.

The huge clock in the hallway, one of the few things in the manor not broken tolled: 2 a.m. Draco's nerves jumped at the sound, but he quickly calmed. Decideing that he did not want a fire, he put it out, and paced some more. He glanced at the dest and cringed at the headlines of the Daily Prophet.

Back he went.

Each time he traveled by the newspaper, he glanced at it, each time cringing and thinking harder.

'HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED VANQUISHED!' The headlines read. Draco kept pacing.

'HARRY POTTER HERO!' Each copy laughed up at him.

'DEATH EATERS DECLARE: WAR ISN'T OVER!' 'MANY D. EATERS STILL MISSING!'

Anger fizzed in his nerves alongside restlessness and fear.

I must get out of here, he thought, out of this place. I have to go...leave. Hide. So they can't find me. He spun round and faced the desk with all the newspapers.

I have to go.