Summary: After Hogwarts with Voldemort gone and Harry by her side, life should be perfect for Ginny Weasley, but when the lies start to pile up she starts to wonder. Maybe the chosen one is not so wonderful after all. D/G, Post-Hogwarts, rated M for later.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A.N. Finally managed to update in a timely fashion... Thanks for all the lovely reviews, keep them coming! And thanks to Written Sparks for beta reading!

Malfoy watched the emerald flames engulf the fiery redhead and she was gone. He walked back into the living room to wait for the Galleon in his hand to grow hot. He hoped she would contact him quickly. He was longing to get to the bottom of the whole Potter business.

Even though Potter had received a yelling for his mistake earlier today, it was nothing compared to the punishment anyone else would have received for the same mistake. Draco wanted badly to show the world that Pothead was not the perfect hero everyone wanted to think he was.

Finally, the Galleon grew hot and he immediately looked for the message.

Not at home, was all it read. Draco smirked to himself and cast a Disillusionment charm before he Apparated.

Once in the alley he started to look for traces of Potter's presence. He finally caught a trace of Potter's magic by the doors leading into the stairwell of several flats. He walked inside and followed the track up two floors. He finally stopped in front of a door that had a brass sign reading Chang on it.

He quickly inspected the various wards on the door. There were a few, but they were not too powerful. He sighed at people's stupidity for not protecting their homes well enough. Just because the Dark Lord was gone it did not mean that there were no other dangerous wizards or witches around.

He quickly removed the protective charms and opened the door quietly. He realised when he stepped inside the hallway that it would not have mattered if he had walked in normally, there was no way the occupants of the flat would hear him over the noise they were making. It was obvious what they were doing, but he needed visual proof.

Even though he felt utterly repulsed he walked towards a door that was slightly ajar with the light from the room spilling out in the hallway. He moved silently, just in case. When he peeked into the room he felt like throwing up. Seeing his childhood enemy humping a witch forcefully while she was screaming his name was more disturbing than he ever could have imagined. He stood paralyzed for a little longer then turned and left. He made sure to place the security charms back so they would not suspect anything.

He sent a message to the youngest Weasley as he walked outside to Apparate back home. He had been expecting to find Potter with another woman, but he had not been expecting to see him fucking her brains out.

He Disapparated from the alley the second he stepped outside. The uncomfortable feeling of Apparating did nothing to make his stomach feel better and he was relieved when his flat appeared in front of him. He steadied himself for a second, then removed the Disillusionment charm and opened the silver doors.

He started to pace back and forth, waiting for Weasley to return. What took her so long?

Finally the fire grew emerald green and she reappeared in the fire.

"Ron and Hermione held me up, I had to make up a believable excuse," she stated, looking rather anxious.

"Did you eat recently" asked Draco, ignoring her comment.

"What? No, why?"

"Well, what I'm about to show you almost made me throw up and I really hate the smell of vomit," he informed her and walked into the living room. He could sense her following him. He walked over to a painting of his grandfather.

"Tojours pure" he whispered and his grandfather smirked as the painting swung open, revealing a small shelf behind it. Draco grabbed the ancient pensive sitting on the shelf and placed it on a coffee table.

"So, I take it you found Harry then?" asked Weasley and eyed the pensive wearily.

"Oh yes, it was quite simple. Thankfully, Potter was never good at tracking or covering up his own tracks. Though, there is of course no way of completely covering up magical tracks, but there are ways to distort them," explained Draco.

He extracted the memory of what he had just witnessed and let the misty silvery strand of memory fall into the pensive.

"Witches first!"

He watched Weasley take a deep breath before she plunged headfirst into his memory. He decided to follow her. He had a feeling she would not like what she was about to see very much.

He landed next to Weasley outside Chang's flat. She was staring in disbelief at the name on the brass sign while the memory Draco was removing the wards. Draco cleared his throat to make his presence known. She jumped a little and turned her head to meet his eyes.

"I warn you, you wont like what's in there," said Draco gravely, as he stared into her caramel eyes.

"I know," she responded vacantly, but walked through the door as soon as it opened. The sounds Draco had heard only a few minutes ago seemed even louder in his memory. He grimaced as he saw Weasley pale, yet she kept on going towards the open door.

She stopped in the doorway and froze. Draco could see an array of emotions flit across her face; from hurt, to sadness, to anger. Finally her mouth tightened to a thin line worthy of McGonagall. She took a step inside the room and sent a hex flying towards the couple. Of course, nothing happened. It was just a memory. She threw some more hexes in frustration, the room lighting up in a display of colours. She slumped down on the floor and buried her hands in her face and gave up on hexing.

Draco walked over to the small curled up ball on the floor and extended his hand.

"It's time to go back."

She looked up at him, her eyes a darker mocha than the usual light caramel colour, but to his surprise he saw no tears. She was not crying. A look of determination crossed her face and she firmly took his hand.

"Yes, I have seen enough here," she stated calmly, even though Draco could sense the anger vibrating in her tone.

The scene started to dissolve around them as they were pulled out of Draco's memory leaving the tangled couple behind. Slowly Draco's living room started to take form and ultimately they stood in front of the coffee table with the pensive again.

Weasley stood on the other side of the coffee table, her chest heaving and her eyes blazing with fury. In that instant, Draco realised how stupid Potter was. Not only was the redhead formidable when truly angered, she was also breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'm going to kill him," she growled and brought out her wand.

"He's not worth a trip to Azkaban," stated Draco calmly.

"Come to think of it, death would be a way too easy of an escape for him. I want him to suffer for what he did, for the lies, for everything!" exclaimed Weasley causing flames to spark from the tip of her wand.

"You forget that I already have the perfect revenge planned," stated Draco. The flames, which had started to burn a hole in the carpet, stopped erupting from Weasley's wand.

"That's right," she responded in a dangerously calm voice. Draco was happy he was not the cause of her wrath right then.

"I have a magical camera," he offered.

"I know how to use it, Colin showed me… If I go there now I might catch him as he leaves," said Weasley, looking more resolute than ever.

"Perfect. If we're lucky we can make it for the tomorrow's Daily Prophet, the next edition of Witch Weekly, and I wonder when tonight's Evening Prophet is published?" contemplated Draco as he summoned his camera.

"Let's go," commanded Weasley and was about to turn and Apparate.

"No, wait. You can't Apparate from here, I have wards against that. You can side-along Apparate with me."

"Fine," she answered impatiently and walked closer.

"I'm going to place a Disillusionment charm on you, so I would appreciate if you did not hex me again," sneered Draco and raised his wand. She nodded curtly and he placed the charm on her and then on himself.

He then held out his arm for her and she grasped it firmly. Draco spent a second savoring in the pleasant sensation he felt as she was clinging on to his arm, then he twisted around to Disapparate. He could feel her petite body bumping against his, which was mildly distracting. He managed to stay focused and he landed firmly on his feet in the alley. He felt Weasley steady herself against him, holding on to his arm, then she quickly let go.

"Since you can't see me I'd suggest that you hold on to me a little longer until we're by Chang's flat," he whispered in the direction where he thought she was, he was very accomplished at throwing Disillusionment charms.

"Fine," he heard her hiss.

He felt her hand searching for his so he grabbed it. He was surprised at how delicate her fingers felt in his hand.

"This way," he muttered and led her towards the correct entrance.

Once inside he let go of her hand and leaned over to whisper, "It's up two floors," then he started walking quietly up the stairs. He could hear that she was following him, but she was surprisingly quiet for not being an Auror.

Once they reached the door with the brass sign Draco removed the silencing charm on the door and listened against it. He could hear two people discussing something and one voice definitely belonged to Potter.

"He's still in there," whispered Draco and stepped away from the door. He could hear Weasley fumbling with the camera and then they both waited in silence. Neither dared to move.

Suddenly Weasley removed the Disillusionment charm he had cast on her, "I want him to know it's me," she stated and looked in the direction she thought he stood.

Malfoy did not respond because he thought he heard a sound from the other side of the door. Weasley must have heard it too because she turned on the camera and held it ready.

The door opened and there was Potter snogging Chang as he held onto the door handle, slowly moving out. The camera flashed multiple times and the couple broke off their snogging session, which Draco was thankful for. Potter's snogging technique looked awful.

"Ginny!" exclaimed Potter in disbelief. He looked utterly shocked and confused. Chang, however, looked rather pleased. An ugly mixture of fake puzzlement and glee crossed her face.

Weasley tucked away the camera and straightened herself to face Potter. Draco watched, hoping that she would curse Pothead into oblivion.

"Yes, Potter, it's me. I'm downright disgusted. Tell me, how long have you been shagging Chang for?" she asked in a dangerous tone, her eyes flaring with anger.

"It's not what it looks like…" Potter began, but was interrupted by a shrill humourless laugh.

"Not what it looks like?" shrieked Weasley. "It's bloody obvious what's going on!"

"So what? Harry chose me over you, I can't help that you're so frigid that you wont even sleep with your own boyfriend," spat Chang as she leered maliciously.

Her leer was wiped off her face as a beam of pink light hit her face. A dreamy vacant look adorned her face as she stared at nothing in particular, drooling slightly. Draco recognized the effects of a Jelly-Brain Jinx, and smirked.

"What did you do to her?" demanded Potter angrily and steadied Chang as she started to wobble.

"Just making sure she will mind her own business," Weasley replied angrily. Flames sparking from the tip of her wand again.

Potter helped Chang sit down on a step of the staircase, then faced the angry red head again. He looked rather uncertain.

"That's terrible," said Potter weakly.

"No, what's terrible is you lying to me, you sneaking behind my back with another girl, you snogging another girl senseless when Death Eaters are targeting people close to Aurors!" screamed Weasley, her eyes looking murderous. Draco decided that pissing her off to this level was suicide.

"I…"

"There is no excuse that could possibly make this right, Potter, so don't even try!"

"What are you going to do with the pictures?" Potter suddenly asked, taking a step closer to the redheaded vixen, which was a stupid idea in Draco's opinion. It further proved to him that Potter was pea-brained.

Weasley brought down her wand and sent Harry flying backwards, hitting the door.

"I'd imagine you'll find out eventually," she replied icily and watched Potter scramble to his feet.

"My reputation would be destroyed if those pictures reached the papers. The image of me as a hero would be tainted!" exclaimed Potter. Draco had to try hard not to snicker. Potter was truly full of himself nowadays.

"Your reputation? The Harry I used to know didn't give a rat's ass about his reputation!"

"Well, if you had not wasted your time flying around with the Harpies, you might have noticed that I care a little more about my reputation nowadays."

"I see, playing for the Harpies is a waste of time in your books? I should have known!"

"Look, I understand that you're angry, but lets resolve this. I do not wish to break up with you, and I'm sure you have no wish to break up with me…" Potter did not have time to continue his sentence before Ginny sent a burst of flames towards him.

"Auguamenti!" yelled Potter, trying to extinguish the flames on his robes.

"Does that answer your question?"

Potter finally managed to put out the fire and was now soaking wet with singed robes. Weasley took another picture of him.

"I rather think I want to remember this," she said and smirked. She actually smirked! Draco felt proud, he must have rubbed off on her.

"You little wench" stuttered Potter and launched himself towards Weasley and the camera. She looked in the direction she knew he was standing and threw the camera.

Draco caught the camera midair as Potter slammed into the petite redhead, he saw her hit her head on the floor as Potter pinned her to the ground. "Not feeling so powerful now, are we?" hissed Potter.

Draco could not believe his eyes. He knew Potter was not perfect, but he had never dreamed he was capable of this. It made his blood boil, he could not stand any man treating a woman that way.

He was by Potter's side in an instant, just as Potter started to raise his fist threateningly, and sent him flying towards the wall. He heard a sickening crunch when Pottter hit the wall, but he did not care.

He crouched down next to Weasley, who was trying to get up on her feet. She held the back of her head and winced. Draco cast a quick look at Potter to make sure he was unconscious, then took off the Disillusionment charm.

"Let's get back to my flat," he whispered and reached out his hand for her.

"I can't believe he just did that," she said weakly, looking at him with her eyes wide in fear. Draco could not remember ever seeing her look scared. He had a sudden urge to make sure she never looked that way again, but that made no sense. He pushed down the strange urge and shook his head. He was growing soft.

"He's obviously not the hero everyone would like to think he is," he responded and watched her reach for her wand.

"Ouch!" she clutched her right wrist and winced in pain. "I can't even hold my wand!"

Draco took her hand. Her wrist was starting to swell and a bruise was beginning to form. He was not very good at injuries, but he figured she must have tried to catch herself falling with her hand and sprained or fractured the wrist.

"I guess we better stop by St Mungos," he said and carefully let go of her hand.

"I don't want to go there… I don't want to have to explain what happened," she said and looked pleadingly at him.

"Well, I know a friend who is pretty damned good at healing even though he does not work for St Mungos. He usually patches me up, I'm sure he wont mind," said Draco thoughtfully and stood up. He did not like going to St Mungos much either. When he was in pain the ruckus in the waiting room was not something he wanted to experience.

"Great," she sighed in relief and attempted to get up again.

"You could just ask for help," said Draco and smirked. He bent down and snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her up. She blushed and struggled free.

"I can stand on my own," she muttered and refused to look at him.

Draco quirked an eyebrow, but decided to not respond. He looked over at Potter and realised they could not very well leave him lying there in the stairwell, it was amazing that none of the neighbours had heard the argument. He flicked his wand and levitated Potter into Chang's flat. Chang was still staring into space, sitting on the stairs as if nothing had happened. Draco knew the jinx would wear off soon enough and levitated her into the flat as well. He then shut the door and put up the wards that he knew Chang used. Then he casted a few spells to distort the magic traces he had left behind so if Potter tried to figure out who had helped Weasley he wound find it very difficult.

"Ready to go?" he asked Weasley who had been watching him.

"Yes," she said and took a step towards him, which caused her to flinch.

"Let's Apparate back quick. Can you hold on with your left hand?"

"Yes…"

He walked up to her so she would not have to move too much. She hooked her left arm around his arm and closed her eyes, probably expecting the side-along Apparition to be painful.

"On three. One… Two… Three!" Draco twisted, they were in nothingness. He could feel the odd but familiar feeling of being squeezed through a tube, but something was wrong. Her hold of him was slipping. He swore. He did not want them to splinch. He adjusted his arm so he was holding it around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. He focused on every detail of his flat, willing them to make it.

A.N. The Jelly-Brain Jinx was, according to the HP lexicon, a jinx used by Harpy supporters when a riot took place during a Puddlemere/Holyhead Harpies game. I figured it would be appropriate if Ginny used it...

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