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Twenty years. It had been twenty long years since I last saw her. Since I touched the red silk of her hair and brushed her freckled cheek with my fingertips. Since I gazed into her eyes and saw the man I could be. I wasn't just a Pureblood with her, you know. I was real and alive and I craved her presence. Hell, I still crave it today. Only, now I can't have her. Ginny Weasley -no, not Weasley, Potter -is effectively out of my reach. All I can do now is replay my memories, beginning with our precarious love and ending with venom.

It all began with The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. From our first days at Hogwarts, I knew that I had found an enemy. And he was a worthy opponent. He never outsmarted me of course, but that bloody fool had enough luck to come out on top anyway. I'll never stop hating him for it.

My name is Draco Malfoy. I have a wife and a son. I have a life, but I haven't lived in years. And I blame Potter for my losses. But we should be speaking of what was, not what is.

After our sixth year at Hogwarts, Potter and his two cohorts left school to topple Voldemort's reign. Despite being newly exposed to the Dark Lord's ranks, I returned for my seventh and final year of education. In retrospect, I may have been happier without that last year. Too late now.

I remember the first day of the new order quite well...

I walked onto the Hogwarts Express with Crabbe and Goyle, a keen anticipation lighting my eye. This was the first day of the new order with the Dark Lord having taken control of the Ministry and Hogwarts.

"Crabbe, Goyle, go find our compartment and wait for me there. I'll have to go begin my Head Boy duties," I told them with a smirk. Crabbe and Goyle disappeared into the crowd, and I caught a glimpse of fire weaving itself toward the compartments limited to the Blood Traitors.

My smirk deepened as I saw the Weaslette. No famous boyfriend now. Everyone knew he had dumped her, and right after Dumbledore's funeral no less! That boy was more heartless than I had given him credit for.

I intercepted the girl by grabbing her arm and swinging her to face me. She shot daggers at me with those beautiful amber eyes.

I let a cruel smile spread across my lips.

"What are you doing out here with us decent folk, Weasley?"

Her eyes narrowed and her hand shot toward her wand.

I forced her wrist away, with a warning in my eye.

"Weasley, what makes you think you could best ME in a duel?"

She sneered and tossed that glowing mane of hair.

"Only because I did it last year, Malfoy."

My smile died as she forced me to remember her Bat Bogey Hex. My hand tightened on her wrist and I pulled her to me so I could whisper:

"Did you think I had forgotten about that?"

"With your ferret sized brain? I wouldn't put it past you," she tossed back to me. Despite her brave words, I could see the fear beginning to creep into her eyes.

"What a stupid girl you are. Do you really have no idea how much has changed?"

She lifted her chin and jerked her arm out of my reach.

"Just stay away from me Malfoy, and your pretty face won't be damaged."

I watched her walk away with a heady feeling of anticipation.

"Weasley, you have no idea."

I whistled on my way to our train compartment.

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