This is written at the request of obsessivegirl73, who won a one-shot contest that I did. I kind of had trouble deciding what perspective to use to give the whole time-travel concept into a one-shot because I did want it to be a little different than Prejudice and Pride. Eventually I came up with this. I hope that it's okay. I know this pairing is shipped by maybe two people, so I'm not expecting too many reviews, but if I get a few, I'll consider posting Abraxas's reply.

Enjoy, and please leave a review. I'm really interested to hear what you all think.

Dear Abraxas,

If you're reading this, it means that you didn't tear it up, and that you don't hate me as much as I think you do. Good… we're not off to a bad start. Now all that you have to do is keep reading. You owe me that, after everything we've been through, don't you?

First and foremost, I want to tell you that I love you more than anything. Everything else, my lies, my deceit, my 'relationship' with Tom Riddle, my leaving, wasn't done to hurt you, but rather out of necessity. I realize that this letter will contain some truths that you may not appreciate, but I pray that you won't get too mad at me. I did my best not to hurt anyone, and even though I know I failed pretty miserably, I want to try to make up for it, at least a little.

Now, in case you haven't already figured it out, I'll start with the biggest whopper.

I'm from the future. Honestly. 1998, to be exact. In that time, Tom Riddle is the psychopathic ruler of the world, and I was the good guys' last resort. Basically, my mission was to go back in time, off Riddle, and run on back to a future where everyone is skipping in fields of daisies and holding hands and other Gryffindor stuff that you would sneer at...

Anyhow, it didn't quite happen that way. Some annoying Death Eater caught me snooping around, and… well, I fell in love with him. I'm talking about you, just in case you didn't get that from my introduction. I don't know how it happened, but somewhere between your constant insults and chauvinistic rants, I drowned in your amazing blue eyes and never resurfaced. (You're snorting at the cheesiness of that last line now, believe me, I know)

The thing is, though, I never, ever, thought that you could ever even like me back. I mean, you were constantly talking bad about 'Mudbloods', and it looked like you worshipped Riddle, so I figured that you'd rather snog a blast-ended screwt than end up in a relationship with me. Then there was my cover story… the poor Muggleborn orphan thing had to make me less than dirt to you.

Just so you know, though, I'm not a Muggleborn. I'm actually a pureblood. A Weasley… Please don't go and drink a gallon of mouthwash or anything extreme like that. My family might be poor, but I swear I'm not unhygienic or anything. You didn't get any terrible diseases from kissing me.

Sorry. Off topic. As I was saying, I was basically everything you hated, so I let myself love you, thinking that I'd be the only one getting hurt.

Ha. If only. You, being a stupid Malfoy, had to go and do the dumbest thing that you possibly could. I mean, really, falling in love with a timetraveler? It's like your family is just drawn to stupid, painful things… like a horse to water, or a Weasley to food. (That was supposed to make you laugh) Er, right, so you were an idiot and had to ruin all my plans. I mean, really. Charlus and I go to the Yule Ball as friends, and you give him the stink-eye for a month after! You were pretty mad at me, too, if I remember right. I distinctly recall being called 'Potter's Mudblood whore' regularly after that.

I think I might have been starting to hate you a little bit myself.

Then you kissed me, and, of course, everything changed. Speaking of which, I won't neglect to tell you that that kiss was pretty amazing. Sexual tension and all that, you know. One second we were arguing over something stupid, and then we were snogging. It wasn't even gross like I'd worried about, either. Nothing against you, of course, but I go to school with your grandson, so all of my dreams of kissing you were always kind of awkward… which actually kissing you wasn't. At all….

Moving on.

While I was fawning over you and going to dances with Charlus Potter, I was also working to complete my mission. I know I haven't told you this, but at that time, Riddle had split his soul into two pieces to ensure that he was immortal. One piece was lodged into the ring he always wore, and the other was stored in a ratty old diary. Well, it took a while, but I managed to get both. I got the diary through my epic spy skills, and the ring was even easier. With my amazing powers of seduction, I got Riddle to hand it over freely, telling me that I was his Dark Lady and blah, blah, blah…

See, and this is where the misunderstandings start.

You know that Death Eater meeting that Riddle took me to, where he made it sound like we were soulmates and all? Well, we weren't. I swear. I caught that look that you gave me, and, well, it broke my heart about a million times over. After all those months spent getting ready to tear each other's heads off, I thought that you'd trust me more than that, but I guess it did have to look kind of bad.

Anywhoo, I hate Riddle's guts. I'd type it three more times if I wanted to make a point, but you'd probably accuse me of being an overdramatic Gryffindor, so I'll move on. I'm sure that you recall our huge fight after that meeting, with the wand pointing and screaming? Well, I didn't mean anything that I said. Really. You don't look like a girl, I'm sure that your man-bits aren't nearly as small as I made them out to be, and you aren't the devil reincarnated. You're actually a really decent, great person, and, again, I love you like a fat kid loves chocolate cake. Maybe even a little bit more.

So… we parted on pretty bad terms that day, and I didn't see you again until Riddle's funeral. Which, in case you were wondering, I did kind of make necessary… I'm sorry. I know you didn't really like Riddle, and I know that he deserved to die, but he was your master, and… I hate myself for killing him anyway. He was just a boy, no matter how evil he was… I should go into more detail concerning Riddle's death, but I can't bring myself to do so. I'm too weak and too selfish, so I'll skip ahead to the part concerning you instead.

You know how I was sobbing at the funeral and you got so mad at me? Well, it wasn't because I was sad about Riddle, in case you haven't figured that you by now. It was because I would have to leave you… that's why I forced you to hug me, and that's why I didn't rise to any of your taunts. I knew that it was the last time I would see you, so I worked really hard to make it as nice as I could because I didn't want to leave you hating me.

So...

By time you read this I will be back in 1998, hopefully, anyway, and you'll be holding a letter and either despising me more than you already do, or being really, really sad. I don't want you to be either. I love you, and I know you have to still love me a tiny bit too, but you marry Sarah Warrington, who'll spawn you an evil devil baby named Lucius… yeah, not helping. But you'll be happy and rich and live a good life without me. I swear. Maybe, now that you've had my wonderful influence in your life, Lucius will even be decent and not a total demon child.

Well… I do have to get back to my own time now. My mission is done, and I really can't stay. Even though I've already screwed up the space-time continuum pretty badly, I don't want to make it so your son and grandson don't ever exist, and Dumbledore would probably kill me if I don't come back, so… this is it. I went back in time to assassinate some major dark lord, and I wind up falling head over heels for one of his Death Eater cronies along the way.

Um. Bye, Abraxas. You'll be… not available when I get back to my own time, so… this is it. Good-bye. Forever. I'll just go forward in time, and marry Harry like I'm supposed to, and you'll marry a rich not-blood-traitor, and… we'll be happy. Really. No one will ever know that I snogged Draco Malfoy's grandfather, and I really pray to Merlin that you don't tell Draco any stories about me… that'd be creepy for both of us.

Not that you're creepy. I know it's kind of easy to say when it's not an option, but I'd so still love you if I got back to my time and you were a single, (and I'm sure very attractive), old man. I'd even look past the liver spots and lack of hair and everything. Erm… maybe. Then again, it wouldn't really work, given that you'd be so much more wise in the ways of the world than me, and we wouldn't be half as compatible, and you'd have back hair, and…

See? I'm nervous and starting to ramble, and you probably think I'm a total idiot right about now. I'll just shut up before I embarrass myself further.

I love you, and always will, in a way. A very, very big way.

That's it now, I swear. Good-bye Abraxas Malfoy. I won't ever forget you.

Love,

Ginevra Weasley