A/N:  This is my first english Fanfiction! This is my first Ginny/Draco fanfiction after all. So please: Don't mind my grammer mistakes and any other mistakes I make. But it would be kind to correct me, so I can learn something! Thanx!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling

The heir of  Ice

By: LuSa

Prologe:

Questioning eyes looked at her. These eyes that reminded her of him, but on the other hand, those eyes were so much different from his. She was old now. A Grandmother after all. A long time ago, she would never have thought that she would sit here in this chair by his side, having their little ganddaughter on her lap. She would have never thought that she would have a christmas with all her children and grandchildern. Never! A knowing smile came on her lips. 'Love,' she thought, 'love can survive everything. Our love has survived.'

"I never liked it when you did that." His voice interrupted her thoughts. "I know" she said.  [A/N: That = her knowing smile, something men will never understand ;-)]

"Grandmother, can you tell me a story?" Cin asked.

"A story, sweety? What kind of a story do you want me to tell you? Do you want me to read a book to you?"

"No, no! No book. Those books are so…," she had an expression on her face that was kind of disgusted and so familiar, "boring sometimes."

She looked at him. She knew he had been watching them and when she saw him smirking she felt the urge to slap him. This smirk had always made her want to slap him right away. She could nearly hear his thoughts. 'She is so much alike to me.' She rolled her eyes

"Grandma, are you listing to me, or are you all with grandpa?" The voice of their five year old ganddaughter brought them back from the thoughts they had shared. She turned her eyes back to the girl on her lap. She was nearly six now, only a few more days were left to this date. She was the youngest of twentysix gandchildren, but she was something special. Of course all of her grandchildren were special to her, but Cinnamon was… she could not say what it was. Perhaps it is the fact, that she was so much alike him, with her hair and her eyes and her attitude. Perhaps it is the fact that she was the only child of her youngest daughter, her only daughter. Or it is due to the fact that she lived with them after her mother died while giving birth to her. Perhaps it is also that she was so smart for the age of six. She could not tell.

"I am listening to you. So what kind of a story do you want me to tell? A story about uncle Harry? A story about uncle Ron? Do you want me to tell you a fairy tale?"

"No, I don't want to hear these stories. I've read them already..." "You have read them already?" He asked amazed. "Yeah, I read them and they are funny and exciting, but I…I want to know something new. Something that I won`t find in books. Something that has to do with myself."

"So you want to hear something that has to do with you? Something that is especially for little Cinnamon Angel?" Her mind drifted away to a time long ago. A time, that she never could forget, because it was a part of her.

There were not many people who knew the story. Her husband of course, Harry, Ron and her family, Hermione and Dumbledore for instance, but he died a few years ago. And Samantha had known the story. She had told her, before she died, because she asked her to. Yeah, that would be a story to tell. To tell all her grandchildren.

"Grandma, why do you have tears in your eyes?" Cin asked her. All her children and grandchildren, with their husbands and wifes now looked at her. They had been chatting around, but when Cin mentioned the tears in her eyes, everybody looked at her.

What they saw was fascinating. There was their mother or grandmother, a tear rolling down her cheek, but still there was this smile on her lips that made her shine from the very inside.

"I never liked it when you did that" he broke the silence. "I know," she smiled, "because you loved it the first time you saw it."

She looked down at Cin. "So you want me to tell you a story, that has to do something with you?" Cin nodded. " Then I will tell you a story, that you never should forget. It is a story, about a man, who found the woman that he loved. It is a story about two families that were enemies. And it is a story about a struggle that one can find in oneself. Besides, it is the story, that I told your mother on the day you were born and she died - when she asked me, to tell her a reason, why life is worth living."

Everybody looked at her, when she started to speak, as her mind drifted to the time she had first met him. Soon memories came back to her and her past became their future…

"Once upon a time…."

A/N: Hope you liked it. So please review. I am going to update soon. Thanx

         Special thanx to Tea for Beta-Reading!

LuSa