Disclaimer: Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy belong to J.K. Rowling as does Harry Potter. The plot belongs to me, who just came up with this 30 minutes ago.

All I Want To Do

By kidad

8/12/O4

Beginning the conflict between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, was a recitation of several of my, Ginny Weasley's, letters to Tom.

Through his diary, I complained about my life, family and the large blank spots in my life that year. I came to know him, and trust him as a friend. I later learned what I had done, unwillingly, of course.

Many of my letters were recited, but there was one that was not. One that I first wrote to myself, and later to Tom. One that concerned the love of my life. Not a love of family, not even of Harry Potter. No, this one was the love of a cold, hard Slytherin boy. A boy who had no friends, only minions, partners-in-crime. A boy who hated his father, but loved his mother.

I first met him in Flourish and Blotts, getting books for my first year at Hogwarts. I defended Harry, not knowing who I was facing. However, I was enchanted by his hard exterior, and wondered whether the inside was the same.

I wanted to talk to him, but the way Ron was looking at him, I guessed I'd better not.

All through the year, I watched him, hoping for a sign that he was watching me. I never saw one.

I later learned that his name was Draco Malfoy, and he was my family's worst enemy. That struck me hard, as I realized I could never have him.

He was out of my league, a snotty, rich kid, while I was poor girl barely getting by.

By almost the time exams rolled around, about mid-semester, I realized I was in love with him. Not a minor crush, like the one I had on Harry, but real, true love. I tried to fight it, but that is not something an eleven-year-old girl can do very easily, be she witch or Muggle.

Finally, I couldn't keep my feelings in any longer. The stress was too much. I had to tell someone. I immediately thought of the diary, but was afraid that Riddle would laugh at me.

So, I decided to write it down on parchment, take to myself about it. That didn't work. So, I turned to the diary, my only means of communication to anyone anymore.

He replied and said he understood fully, but I had this weird feeling that he didn't understand at all.

Now, rummaging around in my desk, I found the original letter. I felt the need to write all of the above down, as well as the letter. So, here it is, my letter of love to Draco Malfoy.

Dear , (I have yet to think of a name to go there)

I can't believe myself. I've fallen in love with the evilest guy in the world. Or at least that's how the rest of the family views him. I think he's a wonderful work of nature. I may go on loving him and hating him at the same time, but I'll always love him more than anything. Oh, what am I thinking? He's a Slytherin, I'm a Gryfinndor. It can never happen. No one would like the ides of it, maybe not even him. All I want to do is hold him. I'm sure that behind his cold exterior, he's begging for help, to get away from his family and his cronies, (since you can't really call them friends.) He needs someone to cry on, to put trust into. I only wish that person could be me. If he feels the same way about me as I do about him, maybe we can get past holding and hugging to snogging. But I'll have to wait a while before I can do any snogging at all. I just hope that day comes fast. I long for it, the day when I pull him after me up to Astronomy Tower, talk, snog, and talk some more. I want to lace my fingers through his hair, feel his arms around my waist, and his tickling breath on my cheek. Am I a hopeless romantic or what? I suppose I'll write again, a day when all that I've talked about above has happened.

Love,

Ginny

Well, it has happened, and I am about to become Mrs. Ginny Malfoy. I'm so anxious, I'm about to crack. There goes the music. Better get moving!

April 14, 2000

-Ginny Wealsey soon-to-be Malfoy

A/N Not long, I know, but it's so much longer on notebook paper. The lack of paragraphs to the letter is due to the incessant ramblings of an eleven year old girl. The rest of it is of an 18 year old woman about to get married. Please review.