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.

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.

Another chapter :) Even though it takes a while for each chapter I'm not abandoning the story.
Many thanks to Written Sparks for beta-reading :)

Ginny woke up to the scent of pancakes. That was strange since Hermione never made pancakes, Ron was a disaster in the kitchen, and Harry was not likely to touch kitchen utensils. Disoriented, she rolled out of bed but the fall was much higher than she anticipated.

"Ouch!" she yelped and scrambled to get up.

"What are you doing in there, Weasley?" shouted an all too familiar voice.

"Right, I spent the night at Malfoy's place," Ginny grumbled to herself as she got to her feet. In her sleepy state she had completely forgotten about last night's escapades, but now she was remembering it all too well.

"Are you talking to yourself?" asked Malfoy and Ginny turned to face him at the door. The sight was slightly… unexpected. His sleeves were rolled up and he was holding a spatula. He was the one making the pancakes!

"You cook?" she asked surprised.

He quirked an eyebrow. "Yes, does that surprise you?"

"Well, yeah!"

"I guess I don't come across like a guy who cooks, no," Malfoy answered with an unreadable expression and walked back towards the kitchen.

Ginny decided to follow him as she was rather hungry. They walked trough the expansive living room and through a door, which led to a magnificent kitchen. Ginny felt her jaw drop in awe. The kitchen had to be large enough for a restaurant. The cupboards were all made out of the same dark wood that was found throughout the flat and the counter tops seemed to be marble. She touched the cold smooth surface, fascinated by the veins running through the stone.

"The kitchen is quite modest in comparison to that of the Manor, but it's sufficient," Malfoy stated as he returned to the pancakes on the stove.

Ginny did not see anything "modest" about the kitchen and "sufficient" was just not a word she would use for it. It was so much more than that. She sat down on one of the delicate barstools by the kitchen island and watched Malfoy making pancakes.

"Wait, you have a house elf… How come you just don't ask her to do it?" Ginny was pretty sure the house elf she had seen before was a she, but it was always hard to tell.

"Binty has more important things to do right now," Malfoy answered evasively and flopped a pancake onto a plate and sent it flying towards her. It landed on the marble surface of the kitchen isle and skid to a stop in front of her.

"What kind of things?" Ginny asked and grabbed the fork that nearly hit her head.

"I can't see how that's any of your business and it is probably better if you don't know," he responded coolly and started on a second pancake.

"Fair enough, but that still does not explain why you would bother doing anything for me?"

"So you suggest I should make pancakes and then eat them in front of you without giving you any?" Malfoy asked and flipped the pancake.

"Well, I have to admit I would not put it past you," said Ginny and took a bite out of the pancake. It was absolutely delicious. She usually liked syrup on her pancakes, but this pancake had strawberries and blueberries in it so she did not need any.

"You keep forgetting that the Harpies success in my best interest. Therefore, I can't very well let one of their chasers starve. As it is, you're almost too light to be a chaser."

"It's not my bloody fault that I'm short and lightly built. Whose stupid idea was it to set a minimum weight on players anyway?" Ginny huffed and stabbed her pancake with the fork.

"It's a minimum weight to height ratio, so the fact that you're barely taller than a Goblin does not matter," Malfoy sneered and levitated the second pancake onto her plate as well.

"I'm much taller than a Goblin!" Ginny huffed. "Besides, how on earth do you know about all this? It's not exactly information shared to the general public."

"You forget that I do not fit in the general public group… and I'm not sure you would like to know how I know," Malfoy taunted and shared yet another of his trademark smirks.

"I know what I want and don't want," Ginny growled and waved her fork threateningly in his direction.

"I'm not convinced. You dated Potter and if I'm to understand Chang correctly, you did not really want him."

"How dare you!" Ginny exclaimed and pushed the plate away.

"I thought you would take that as a compliment! Not wanting Potter is a good thing in my book," Malfoy muttered and flipped another pancake.

Ginny bit her lip and looked away. It was never about wanting Harry, it was about timing, and it had never felt right. After the war, whenever they got intimate, something always felt off and she could not put her finger on it. She just could not feel the passion, which eventually had frustrated Harry. She supposed she had been a little frigid, a little stuck up for wanting everything to feel perfect, or something close to perfect. Maybe she had thought about it too much, maybe she was the one to blame.

"I guess I was right." Malfoy's statement got her out of her pondering.

"What?"

"About you not knowing what you want," said Malfoy and took a seat and took a bite out of his pancake.

"I… No! I mean, maybe," Ginny stuttered, then shut her mouth. Since when did she stutter?

"Not maybe, yes! I'm a Malfoy, I'm always right. I thought you knew!" he stated arrogantly.

Ginny was about to give a snide remark, but was interrupted by a knock on the window.

"Ah, I bet it's the Daily Prophet," stated Malfoy and gave his wand a lazy flick that opened the window.

An owl flew in and landed gracefully on the kitchen island. Malfoy put two Knuts in the pouch it was carrying and untied the rolled up newspaper.

"Yes, look at this! It's great" he whispered excitedly as his grey eyes scanned the first page. He spread out the Prophet on the island so Ginny could see.

There was a huge picture of Harry snogging Cho on the cover.

The Unknown Side of The Chosen One

As disturbing as it was to watch Harry snog Cho over and over again, Ginny felt satisfied. Harry's reputation was tainted and he was going to get a lot of negative attention.

"I can't wait to get to the Ministry and see the others' reactions!" Malfoy said excitedly and returned to eating his pancakes.

"Thank you for efficiently making sure I got my revenge, I suppose… and for getting me back from Chang's place," she said and shuddered at the thought of waking up in the staircase with a cracked skull. She knew Malfoy helped her only because helping her meant spoiling Harry's reputation, but she didn't care. He helped her nonetheless.

"It has been a pleasure to be of help in a matter like this," Malfoy said sarcastically and pointed at the picture with the kissing couple with his fork.

"I still can't believe it…" Ginny muttered, more to herself than to Malfoy. "I better get going, I need to figure out what I'm doing now and I'm sure my brother has a few questions for me," she said more clearly and stood up.

"You haven't finished your pancakes," Malfoy said calmly.

"I'm not hungry!"

Malfoy gave her a piercing look, which made her want to turn around and run, but she stood firm. She was not giving into his intimidation attempts.

"Maybe you should tryout for the seeker position," he said in a neutral tone and took another bite out of his pancakes.

"What?" Ginny was dumbfounded. Where on earth did that idea come from?

"You played seeker in Hogwarts, even though you never tried very hard… probably because you knew Potty-boy was going to replace you the second he felt like playing again. My point is, you're more built like a seeker than a chaser," Malfoy stated sincerely.

Ginny worried her bottom lip. She had never thought of that option, she was so used to always assuming someone was going to do better than her in that position. "I guess it couldn't hurt to try, but I really enjoy being a chaser."

Malfoy nodded thoughtfully, but did not say anything.

"Thanks for letting me stay and the pancakes were delicious, but I'm honestly not hungry. With everything going on… well and that really makes me loose my appetite," she said indicating at the picture.

"Look, Weasley..." Malfoy began as she started to walk towards the door.

"Yes?"

"Nothing."

"Whatever," Ginny shrugged and walked out into the foyer.

Draco watched her go. Again he realised how stupid Potter was for pushing her away. He caught himself admiring her thin waist line and athletic figure. He shook his head slightly, but could not help but to feel a little sad that he had no excuse to interact with her anymore. He had begun to enjoy the little red head's company despite himself. He checked his watch and decided on going to the Ministry early. There were more pressing matters to be taken care of than pondering about read headed vixens.

Twenty minutes later he walked into the Auror office and took in his surroundings. Everyone present looked gloom, but he also noted with a bit of pleasure that he was the first aspirant to turn up. Williamson spotted him and walked over briskly. "You're early! That's good. We're having a meeting at nine, but Robson wanted to talk to you before."

"Is he in his office? Draco asked in a grave voice, keeping his face void of any emotions.

Williamson nodded and walked back to his desk. Draco headed for Robson's office, he had a feeling he knew what the head of Auror department wanted to talk about. He knocked vigorously and the door opened. Behind a handsome cherry wood desk sat Robson with dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he had not gotten much sleep.

"Shut the door," he commanded and rubbed his eyes. Draco shut the door quietly and took the seat in front of Robson's desk.

"Do you know who the Death Eater we caught yesterday was?" Robson asked tiredly.

"I never saw their face."

"It was Yaxley. He has been evading us since you-know-who fell, keeping a low profile to hide his whereabouts. It is strange that all of a sudden he kills again. Not only that, but leaves the Dark Mark to make sure we find him and his victim," Robson told Draco quietly.

"I wonder what is making him come out of hiding now?" Draco questioned.

"That's what I was wondering too. Now, I know you used to be one of them," Robson said carefully as Draco tensed up. "So I was hoping that maybe you could understand Yaxley's ramblings better. Even though we use Veritaserum he does not make much sense."

"I will try," Draco responded stiffly, not happy to be reminded of his past.

"Good. Well, I didn't want to ask you in front of everyone. It is a rather delicate subject after all…" Robson trailed off awkwardly as Draco continued to keep his face blank. He knew that unsettled people.

"Is that all, sir?"

"Yes, for now… It's almost nine, so let's get the meeting started. We will interrogate Yaxley afterwards," Robson said and stood up. Malfoy stood at the same time and walked out after him.

There was more of a crowd in the office now as more Aurors had arrived. He spotted a tousle of orange red hair, not flaming like his sister, but unmistakably Weasley hair nonetheless. He edged closer to Weasley and noted that he looked livid and was wringing a copy of the Daily Prophet forcefully.

"Something in the news upset you?" Draco asked casually as he sat down in a chair next to Weasley.

"Sod off, Malfoy," he gritted out, but kept staring intently at the door.

"I would be upset too if my so-called best friend decided to cheat on my sister, not that I have a sister," he added as an afterthought.

"I will kill him!" Weasley hissed, apparently forgetting who he was talking to.

"Please do, it will make my life so much more pleasant," Draco answered with a smirk. His plan was working out wonderfully. Even Pothead's best friend was hating him.

"What, no insults toward my family? I'm surprised, did you hit your head, Malfoy?" Weasley asked, obviously remembering who he was talking to again.

"No, it is simply that my hate towards Pothead greatly out wins my distaste towards you," Draco answered simply. Truth be told, he was more curious of how his sister was doing…

"I don't think he will dare show up," Weasley growled.

"I assume he never returned to your shared flat?" Draco asked casually. A rather unpleasant thought of Pothead alone in the flat with Ginny just struck him.

"No, or he would be dead!"

"Maybe he waited until you left…"

Weasley turned and gave him an odd look. "What are you getting at?"

Draco sighed and grabbed the Prophet from him. "As you can see, your sister is being interviewed in the article, correct?" Weasley nodded so Draco continued. "Her name is also attached to the not-so-flattering photo here, indicating that she took the picture," he let the information sink in.

"So?"

Draco cringed at his thickness. "So, if Potter decides to wait until you're gone and your sister is home alone with him after she brought his precious reputation down into the dirt… well, if I were you I would be a little more worried."

"Bloody hell!" Weasley exclaimed and stood up rapidly.

Draco was happy to see he got the message. Weasley made his way up to Robson and agitatedly told him something, Draco could not hear from where he was sitting but there was no need to. He was just happy he was checking in on the little redhead, he realised he would be sad to see something happening to her.

He saw Robson nod curtly and Weasley sped off towards the lifts. The moment he was gone, Draco felt something in his pocket burn. Confused he brought out the fake Galleon he had used to communicate with Ginny Weasley before. The text around the Galleon read "Help, Flat, Potter." The message was clear enough to him, but he already sent her brother… he activated the Galleon to be able to send a message back; "Brother coming" he wrote. The Galleon offered very limited amount of space to write on, but he thought she would get the message.

He tried to focus on the meeting, but he could not help checking the Galleon every so often even though he knew it would grow hot for a new message. When the meeting was over and an hour had passes he wrote a new message "You ok?" He was hoping that her brother had gotten there on time. He got an answer almost right away "Yes Lunch at Snidget?" He sighed in relief. She and her brother must have outmaneuvered Potter. He sent back a yes and then headed towards Robson who was waiting for him to interview Yaxley.

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