Dear Ginevra,

First of all, if this doesn't get to you, I blame my idiot grandson. You said his name was going to be Draco, right? Whatever. Right now, I'm really too upset to care. I just figure that he'll be an idiot. Honestly, if I marry Sarah Warrington (which I will, now that my reason to go against my father is gone forever), I'll expect any son of my to be a complete moron, and, in turn, any child of his to be even dumber.

Now that I've made sure you are sufficiently entertained, I have to apologize. As you no doubt realize, I was a jealous, stupid, blind, idiotic, insufferable, miserable, brainless arse. I loved you so much, Ginevra, more than I could possibly ever write, and I ruined everything…

Merlin, I have all these thoughts flying around in my head, all of these things that I want to write, but I'm not quite sure how I'm going to manage to do so. Maybe I should just start at the beginning.

When I first saw you, I'll admit, I thought you were the honest-to-god ugliest girl I had ever seen. You had Weasley hair (which makes a hell of a lot more sense now), you had more freckles than face, and your eyes were muddy brown, which I thought was pretty fitting, given that I was so certain you were a Mudblood.

Then you started acting… different. First you resisted my awe-inspiring charms, and then you stood up to me, which I was most definitely not used to, especially not from any kind of girl. After that you started hanging around Riddle and the other Death Eaters, acting like you belonged with them, almost, like you weren't even afraid of them. I was… impressed. Even before Riddle began to favor you, I think I was already starting to like you, subconsciously at least. Every once in a while I would catch myself thinking that your hair really was pretty, or that your freckles were stunning, or that you had the warmest eyes I had ever seen.

Of course, I would kick myself and focus on something, anything, else. You were a good-for-nothing Mudblood who was lodging herself in business that was not yours to lodge yourself in. Just because Riddle was stupid enough to accept you didn't mean that I would be.

Then we got stuck together on that potions project. Remember that? We had to brew a love potion, and all I could smell was maple and vanilla. It was eye-opening, especially when you shot me that grin after we got the best score in the class. I almost fainted. It was the first time you had ever smiled at me, and I don't think that an angel could have been half as beautiful. You have a special smile, Ginny, one that makes the entire world smile back at you.

So, I realized I was absolutely infatuated with you. You went to that dance with Potter, and, I'll admit, I may have gotten a little green-eyed. Potter was way too smug about being able to tote you around on his arm, though. If it wouldn't have made you hate me, I would have cursed off certain parts of his anatomy that would have prevented him from ever having children.

Ha. Now you're glaring at me. I can tell, and it's making me want to cry, so I'll move on before I exhibit certain Hufflepuff-like behaviors.

A few weeks after the dance, you were yelling at me. It was probably because I kept calling you 'Potter's whore'. You were kind of sensitive about that… sorry, though, really. It was jealousy again, honest. Anyhow, somewhere in the middle of your little rant, I started watching your lips move, and they were really nice lips, so I kissed you. It was pretty effective at getting you to shut up, too.

As you said, the kiss was amazing. It was nice to hear that it wasn't awkward for you, and even though it wasn't for me at the time, realizing that I snogged someone who technically shouldn't have been born yet was slightly… disconcerting. I don't really care that you're a Weasley, though, which should be pretty good news for you. Honestly. I only cringed a little when I read about that, and I knew you weren't rabid or anything. You tasted too good to be as diseased as the rest of your family surely is.

I would say that I'm glad you're long gone by now, because you probably would have slapped me for that, but in all honesty, I would die ten times over to see you again, even if it just was for you to slap me. That's how much I miss you.

Now, for the tough part. We'd been going out for a while, and I had just told you I love you, which Malfoys do not do under any circumstances, when you show up at a Death Eater meeting on Tom Riddle's arm. Now I realize that it was because you had to trick him into giving you that ring. Then, I thought that you were a pathetic whore who had a sick obsession with Slytherins. For all the world, it looked like you had taken advantage of me and made me look like a total moron.

I'm a Malfoy, I don't get made into a fool, so I dumped you. It was the absolute hardest thing I had ever done and, now that I know the truth, the dumbest, but I did it anyway.

If it makes you feel any better, I turned into an absolute mess afterwards. I fantasized about killing you in a million different ways, and I did the exact same thing, except with kissing you. I missed you, I hated you, I loved you, I needed you. And really, if I would have known you were going to leave, I would have thrown all my pride away and spent every second I could have just being with you.

Of course, I didn't, and now I feel like a total moron. I deserved every name you called me (even the terrible ones that were not true at all), and probably should have gotten worse. Merlin, especially after how big of an idiot I was at Riddle's funeral.

By the way, don't worry about killing Riddle. You saved the world. One life for millions is a pretty decent exchange. Even a stupid Malfoy can see that.

Now, as I was saying, refusing to hug you at the funeral was an arse move, and trying to chase you away with taunts was worse. That the last thing I ever called you was 'Mudblood' still gives me nightmares. I know it's okay, though, at least kind of, after reading your letter.

You've forgiven me, you still love me, and, you looked past so much to let yourself fall in love with me in the first place. Ginevra, you're sweet and beautiful and everything that's good in the world, and I don't know how I ever deserved the few months I got with you. I will move on, but you stole a piece of my heart when you marched into my life, and I know that I'll never get it back.

Please don't feel bad on my part. Every second of pain I experienced was totally worth it.

I love you, Ginny.

Abraxas Malfoy.

P.S. I'll be watching you, and if I'm still alive, I will make sure that no guy ever hurts you. If they do, I will curse their intestines out.

Also, I'm already warning you away from my grandson. Basically, I don't want to have to be jealous of him. That would suck. Well, and, as I mentioned previously, I have my doubts as to his eventual intelligence. You're too good for some inbred pureblood. Just stick with that Harry guy you mentioned.

As long as he's not a Potter. Don't you ever even think about marrying a Potter. Draco would be better than a bloody Potter.

Now, for the last time, I love you, a lot.

Good-bye, forever.

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