Disclaimer: well, I don't own anything in this story... um... can't com e up with a witty way to make a disclaimer, but you all know what it's all about.

Story Line: well... this would be a fluffy story about Ginny, she is torn between Harry and Draco. And she is currently 22, the story starts when she is 21... and well, you know, Harry and Draco are both a year older. I do have all the story lined up in my head but I do not know yet who Ginny ends up with, so if you want, you could give me an idea about it.

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How do I start the twisted tale to which I do not know the ending? The twisted tale that is also known as my life? Let me start bt introducing myself: Ginny Weasley, 22, a.k.a. the girl who was once possessed by the Dark Lord himself, a wizard knows as Voldemort. What else is there to say? As soon as people hear my name, they suppose they know everything: poor, defenseless, shy... They couldn't be more wrong. They might've been right once, but not anymore. Poor, they think? I have to say that is a part of my past, and no longer a part of my life. Defenseless? If a defenseless person would play one of the biggest roles in defeating the Dark Lord... well, they need to change the definition of the word. Shy? Once againg, I might've been qualified as a shy person in the past. But I do not care what people think of me anymore. As long as they keep what they think to themselves and they do not come into my life, I am fine with it. The problem? two of them have. Who, you might ask? who else but the renouned Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. It all started a year ago.

*Flashback*

I had gotten myself a flat in Muggle London thanks to the job in the Daily prophet. It was a two bedroom appartement. It was like my dream house. I had decorated it exactly the way that I had fantasized all of my life. The walls of the living room were pale gray, so pale in fact, that on first encounter, it might've looked white. The sofas and the chairs were a couple of shades darker. My own room, on the other hand, looked a little less gloomy, with the walls painted pale blue. I loved everything about it: my huge bed, the mirror installed on the wall, the ceiling-to-floor windows... everything. I hadn't gotten around to decorating the guestroom yet. I wanted everything in the house to be just perfect, and so far, it had been, except for that damned guestroom. Everytime I thought about it, my mind went completely blank. How could I decorate a room when I did not know who was going to stay in it?

It was a week after I had moved in that everything in my life changed. There had been stories in the Daily prophet about some recent attacks of the Death Eaters, but I didn't let it worry me. Since I was a child, I knew that you can't trust everything you read about in the Prophet, but for the first time, turns out that I should've. I had just gotten back form work and as usual, I was pushing myself to find a way into turning that darn guestroom into something less dull when there came a knock on the door, and the voice of two men arguing. I opened and for a few seconds, it seemed, that none of them took notice of my presence. I cleared my throat just so they would stop arguing, tell me whatever it was they had to, and leave me alone.

They looked at me in shock and I looked at them as if trying to figure out what they were staring at.

"Weasley?" said the blonde one which coincided with the other one's "Ginny".

"Yes?" I asked slowly. They somehow looked familiar... My breath got caught in my throat when I realised who I was facing. I hadn't seen them for 4 years, not since they graduated from Hogwarts, and truth be told, I did not feel at the least bit guilty about not recognising them. They were no longer teenage boys, but they had turned into grown men, and two very good-looking one at that. Harry was wearing a black shirt, the two top buttons unbuttoned, to my delight, leaving part of his torso uncovered, with gray pants, and Draco was wearing a balck turtleneck which showed his muscles, and like Harry, gray pants.

Malfoy stepped in without being invited, which made me turn to Harry and say "Come... in?" in an un-sure tone. He did so as I closed the door. I could not help but take his scent in after he passed me by... the same familiar scent that had saved me from death's grip... it was so familiar that it took me back to my Hogwarts days... I snapped back into reality and cursed myself under my breath as I turned to them, only to find their faces dumbstruck. Malfoy suddenly spoke, asking the question that was written all over his and Harry's face.

"Wow, Weasel... How the hell did you manage to afford a place like this?" I gave him a glare, about to answer back when Harry spoke up.

"What he means to say is... How are you, Gins? It's been a long time." He smiled his innocent smile, and you could trace a hint of nervousness in his voice. That damn sweet smile that made my knees go soft. That is exactly I had distanced myself from him, because of the weakness I showed in front of him.

"I'm good, Harry, how..." I said, about to ask him how he was, but I was cut short.

"Cut the small talk crap, Harry.It's not like you're here to court Weasley and sweep her off her feet. We're here because of something else, remember?" he shouted, still looking around the house, now near the chimeney, examining the pictures.

"'Harry'? Since when are you two on first name basis?" I questionned, looking wide-eyed at both.

"Since we have become... what's the word... coleagues... yeah, that's it." Draco said, sounding like he needed to assure himself more than I.

"'Coleagues?' Doing what, pray tell?"

"We're both aurores." Said Harry, still the same smile on his lips.

"Ah... I see... and to what do I owe this... lovely visit?" I asked, trying to sound sweet, but it came out bitterly instead.

"Sorry to disturb your 'solitude'" he said, emphasizing the word solitude with an annoying, condescending smirk, " but we are here for your own protection." He said, with each work walking closer to me.

"My protection? HA. If ever I needed protecting, you would be the last person I'd ask." I said, now my temper rising.

"Well... as you might remember your little incident with the Chamber of Secrets... you don't really have a choice over who plays the role of your knight in shining armour."

"I... I mean..." I was trying to justify myself, trying to come up with something, but Malfoy was making it exteremly difficult.

"'I... I mean...' what is it that you mean exactly Weasel?" he said, now looking annoyed.

"Ok fine... what is it I need protecting against this time, huh? going out and giving my number to someone that might turn out to be the next Tom Riddle?"

"No offense, Weasel, but I, unlike someone here, will show no interest in your love life" he said looking at Harry and the continuing. "Now back to the case at hand. We cannot tell you what you need protecting against, yet. Dumbledor thinks it wise to keep it to ourselves at long as we can."

"What are you mumbling on about, damn it? He's gone. Voldemort if GONE. I don't care if you have a hard time believing it, but I'm not. He's gone and nobody needs protecting anymore." I said, now my voice rising with anger.

"Why don't you take it from here, Harry. She doesn't seem to want to listen to me." Draco said, now sounding angry as well, as Harry invited me to sit on the couch.

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This will end here... the first chapter, anyway... I'll post the second one shortly after... 'cause that's when things advance a bit more... but please, r/r.