A man walked into her bar late one night and asked for that morning's paper. Ginny handed it to him as she dried some clean glasses. He had a hooded cloak on so she couldn't see his face, but he didn't seem like a danger. He pulled out the crossword section and asked her for a quill. She set a cheap quill and a cheap bottle of ink on the counter in front of him and asked him if he'd like a drink. He ordered a whiskey. She poured him a glass and turned around to attend other customers. He took off his hood and stared down at the page in front of him. He began filling in the squares with the letters to create words down and across.

He spent an hour there in silence, scrawling letters into the boxes, occasionally taking a sip of his drink. Ginny didn't pay much attention to him, as he didn't draw that much to himself. He was one of the few men that came to the bar and didn't try to hit on her. His hair was thinned and wiry. His face was bony, but the face that had once been good looking was still apparent. Ginny was wiping down the counters when she took a good look at his face.

"Three letter word for quill," he muttered to himself stroking his chin.

"Pen," Ginny said. He looked up at her with icy blue eyes. A smirk formed on his face.

He set his quill down to take a sip of his drink, not taking his eyes off her. "Ginny Weasley," he said, finally.

"Hello Malfoy. How have you been?" she asked sarcastically.

He smiled. "Last time I saw you, you were rich."

"Last time I saw you, you had hair," she retorted.

He glared at her, taking another sip.

"Anya, I'm off, remember to lock up," Ginny called to the woman on the other side of the bar, taking off her apron.

"Yes, Miss Weasley," Anya replied.

"Still have them calling you Miss Weasley, huh?" Malfoy said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and didn't respond. She grabbed her coat and made her way to the door. Malfoy put some coins on the table and followed her out the door. She stalked off around the corner and lit a cigarette. She stopped and took a long drag. Malfoy came round next to her.

"I didn't know you smoked," he said.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," she said sarcastically offering him a drag. He inhaled deeply and slowly breathed out.

"So how much did you get?" Ginny asked him, coldly. "I've been dying to know."

"We split it fifty-fifty," he confessed.

"Really?" she asked. "Well that's very impressive." She dropped her cigarette to the ground and put it out with her foot. "I thought you'd be much better off by now. Thought you'd have the money to at least go to an upper class bar. Now if you'll excuse me," she said walking away from him.

"I have something for you," he called after her. She put up a hand to wave him off. "It's about Harry Potter."

She stopped and turned to look at him. She figured it was probably some scam or a joke or something. She turned around and began to walk away.

"He's alive, Ginny," Draco called. "He's in town, in fact." Ginny kept walking. "He's staying at the Mountaineer." She shook her head. "Wait, Ginny, wait." He ran to catch up with her. "Don't you care?"

"No, I don't, Malfoy. You're probably feeding me some lie anyways."

"Ginny, I'm not," he said.

"Draco," she said turning to look at him. "I don't care. I don't believe you," she said slowly, hoping he'd understand. "I do not believe a single word you say and I never will again." She started walking.

"I'm sorry," he said. She stopped this time. He waited a moment before conintuing. "In the beginning, I didn't care. In the beginning it was just another job and you were just someone I went to school with." She bit her lip trying to stop the tears forming in her eyes. "But then we talked a little, you were bitchy to me, but I didn't mind it. I actually had fun."

"But you still took everything away from me anyway. Is that it?" she finished for him.

"It wasn't like that," he said.

"Then what was it like, Draco? What? Please explain because I do not understand."

"It's complicated," he started.

"Whatever," she said and once again continued walking.

"Ginny, wait," he said grabbing her arm, she spun around and their lips met. To Ginny, it was everything the last time was and everything it wasn't. It ws the most magical kiss she had ever felt. But she took hold of herself and pulled away. She bit her lip and looked up at him.

"It can't be like this, Draco," she said. "You lied to me. You deceived me."

"I know," he said. "I'll go. I don't know what I am doing here anyway," he said and walked away. He took a few steps then turned around and walked back to her. "Here," he said handing her a file folder filled with papers. She took it and he walked away. After she couldn't see him any longer she took a look at what he had given her. The words 'Harry Potter' were scrawled on the front.

All of the questions Ginny had of the boy she hadn't seen in 25 years were answered in that folder. She stopped searching through the paper for him, because she knew he'd never be in it. She thought that this would give her some closure, and help her live her life happily. But still she was not satisfied. She wasn't sure what it was that she was missing.

A few months later she glanced at the paper for the first time in weeks. It came daily to the bar, but she never picked it up. Today someone had left it on the counter. In big letters it read 'Con Man Draco Malfoy Finally Sentenced to 25 Years in Azkaban.' She bought another copy on her way home that day. It was the first paper she had bought in a long time.

She took out the crossword puzzle from the back pages. She bought a cheap quill and bottle of ink and sent it with an owl to Azkaban Prison with Draco Malfoy written on the parcel. She smiled as she watched the owl flap away into the distance. And for the first time in a long time she felt a sense of happiness.