AUTHOR'S NOTE: Kabiff, can you say tons more inspiration? So, here's the second installment in this crazy series. This, once again, I have not the slightst as to what it is. I think it's Draco/Ginny, though this one is more open-ended. I think this is Ginny walking toward Draco, again...but with slightly different feelings. Third one up next!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.

Pristine White Road

I'm standing at the edge of a pristine white road. I cannot see what is behind me…it has long past. Ahead of me, I see him. I can hear my heart as it thuds on the road, trailing along beside me as I walk…the slow, deliberate walk of the deathly afraid.

Behind me it darkens, yet I can't bring myself to turn and face it. All that is lies before me and it is that which I focus on. Ahead. The pristine white road leers as it runs, a long, endless path that inevitably leads to him.

I hang my head, unable to meet the eyes watching me. I feel inexplicably ashamed, and can almost feel the dirt my shoes make on the spotless pristine white road. My heart must be spattering blood along it, yet I can't turn to look beside me either. Cruel, harsh, unfriendly glares are lying there in wait…I cannot meet them.

I focus on my feet.

One step. I can hear as every crevasse in my dull white shoes imprints itself on the pristine white road, yet I know it leaves no trace behind me…there is nothing behind me…nothing but ahead. I cannot cry…my tears are behind me. I cannot laugh, my joys are behind me. I cannot breathe, my sighs are behind me.

I take another step. And another. And many more, they pull me along in the current of the pristine white road. I find myself staring at the road underfoot, trying to believe there is nothing around me…nothing behind me…just something ahead of me.

The though of nowhere to run but ahead frightens me and I almost lose my footing on the pristine white road. I feel their glares to either side of me, daring me to misstep and fall into their waiting grasps. I straighten myself and carry my empty body along the pristine white road to him.

He's waiting there.

I cannot move, I cannot speak. Death sentences grace my ear and I shiver unconsciously. His hand reaches over to cover mine. It feels so alien. I almost look behind me, to see if I can see the road behind. A demon calls me to him and I am forced to turn, to speak my part, to bind myself.

And then he turns to me. Him. And anything that might have been left behind now stays behind. I can see more than just ahead in his eyes. He smiles and repeats my words as the priest binds us eternally. I find new breaths as he kisses me…and then new joys…and new tears…

I turn to the friendly faces of our families on either side of the pristine white road as they wave their hands, their wands, their flowers at us. The aisle seems so much shorter now and I can see the pathetic, white wooden archway, and far behind that.

But it doesn't matter, as he takes my hand and pulls me along.

Ahead.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this was slightly different from the first; it was Ginny walking down the aisle towards Draco. It was what I imagined walking down the aisle to be like...not that I'd know, I haven't even had my first kiss yet. But still, I imagined there would be this fright at leaving everything familiar behind to who knows what. Uncertainty changed everything in the aisle to match her deadly afriad mood.

P.S. I think I'll have figured out the meaning to this series in the last one.