So, I know I know. Over a year since I last updated. Its not that I lost my love for this story. I didn't abandon it. It sort of abandoned me. I'm hoping to change that, really and honestly. I miss the fandom. I hope this new chapter will be as good as the last. And lastly, I would like to thank Tarra for sticking with me, for madrose-who was incentive to write the last couple of chapters and lastly FrogsofChocolate because srsly. Made of Win.

You seem so out of context
In this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key
Explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight-The Postal Service

Ginny awoke to Ron and Harry hovering above her in the guest room where she slept. She made an annoyed noise in the back of her throat and hit her brother with a pillow. Ron rolled his eyes at his sister and offered her a hand to stand. Apparently The Order had arrived.

"You okay Gin?" Ron asked as they made their way to the large dining room.

"I miss who we were," she whispered, too quiet for him to hear.

She sat next to Draco reflexively. When they were together she had always sat as his right hand. He shot her a surprised grin but didn't say anything. Maybe he thought he would jinx it. Whatever, it wasn't that big a deal. Or atleast that's what she told herself.

"You were given specific orders," the Minister began but Ginny cut him off.

"To lay low. And here I was, hidden in my house like a coward instead of the Auror I've become and they came looking for me. So, who were they, exactly?"

"Ted McAvery, Jonathon Lockland, Sean Kingsley and Don Weasley."

"This Don Weasley," Draco smirked, "Wouldn't happen to have red hair, would he?"

"Surprisingly," Harry laughed, "He wasn't related."

"This isn't a joke," Minerva shot Harry and Draco a withering glare over he spectacles.

"Take humor where you can find it," Ron muttered from the other side of Ginny. The girl tried hard not to laugh, thinking about her brother and the stories she heard about classes with McGonagall.

Harry looked over at Hermione, who had just arrived from her job at St. Mungoes, "How goes things at the infirmary?"

"You talk about the hospital like we're still in school," Hermione rolled her eyes, "The Longbottoms are responding well to their treatments. They recognize many family members and have partial return of their memories. Unfortunately, they tend to get confused when they see Neville, as he was just a child when the incident happened. Seeing him causes them distress, which makes them relapse, and then we have to start the whole process all over again. Neville's visitation rights have been revoked for the moment."

"Hermione!" Ginny gasped, hand to her mouth, but Hermione just shrugged.

"So what you're really saying," Draco paraphrased, "Is that the hospital is making sad little boys like Neville cry? Is that why he's not here at the meeting. He's too busy being-what do the muggles call it? Emo?"

Hermione heaved a great sigh, like she was talking to idiots and folded her arms, "Should we send some one to check up on him, then?" Draco continued, "After all, it would be horrible if he tried to off himself. He'd probably forget what he was doing and resort to squeezing that Rememberall of his for help."

Ginny smacked Draco upside his head for the remark. He rubbed the spot and eyed her meanly.

"Its a wonder we won the war at all," the minister huffed, folding his arms, "You lot are way to personal to ever get anything done."

"Piss off!" Ron said.

"We?" Harry said, "If I remember correctly you were too busy hiding in Cananda to fight in the war. Wait, how the hell did you get elected Minister?"

The minister's mouth fell open, "Now that, Mr. Potter, is not the subject of the meeting. Miss Weasley, and the increased Death Eater activity are our true concerns."

Harry glared from where he was sitting. He seriously disliked the Minister. The rest of the meeting went slightly better, with them actually getting down to business. It was agreed that Ginny and Draco would work together (as Draco was now her body guard) while Harry and Ron studied the Death Eater's recent activity. Hermione was to return to St. Mugoes and await further instruction. She would be in charge of clean up if it came to it.

The Order left with a pop and it was Ginny and Draco once again. An awkward silence and Draco was bowing out of the room and searching for a bottle of Firewhisky. Ginny found the kitchens and sent the House Elves scurrying when she insisted on baking muffins. Big golden blueberry muffins that she had no intention of actually eating.

The elves ran about her feet, trying to clean as she went. She finally threatened to set them free if they didn't leave her alone. This scared the more ancient of the creatures and the younger ones followed suit and Ginny was finally left alone in the kitchen with the silence she was craving.
She missed her apartment and her chicory coffee. And she missed Draco.

"Draco?" Ginny breathed happily. He was scruffy, hair plastered to his forehead, dirt caked everywhere. But he was free of Azkaban. Free of the ministry and the charges. He was free of his father and Voldemort.
And he was Ginny's.

She hugged him as hard as she could, swearing to herself that she wasn't EVER letting go.