A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry this took so long. My beta got married so there was a bit of confusion about what was going on. The next few chapters will be updated pretty regularly though. Thanks for continuing to read and review
Dear Ginny,
I hope you reached Hogwarts safely. I'm writing just as I promised. Not much is happening here. We eat, sleep and occasionally move to another hiding place. The conversation is stimulating but infrequent and I long for the comfort of home, Hogwarts or even HQ. I've had a lot of time to think and I miss you, more than you can imagine.
Write back,
Draco.
P.S. the owl will know where to find me.
Dear Draco,
I'm so glad you've written - it's been a whole week already. I arrived here safely and had a very dull train ride. The teachers have all started giving us lots of work again and I miss your presence while I work in the common room. I know you are probably interested in how Blaise has been fairing without you here. He's fine and has been spending most of the time with me and the rest of my friends. He's worried about you, we both are. Tell me what you have been thinking about or just anything about yourself.
I miss you.
Ginny x
Dear Ginny,
Although I'm sure that it will not possibly interest you I will, as requested, tell you something about my life.
As a child, my father always gave me anything I wanted as long as I did whatever he wanted. So, as all children would, I did everything he asked, which was never much. And I was given toys and brooms and robes and everything that any child could possibly desire. And I was, in a way, happy. Then I started Hogwarts and I began to have a mind of my own and I learnt exactly what my father would do to me if I did not please him and I never could. I'm not the perfect Malfoy heir he wanted. I have a heart.
And that's the story of my life, it's how I became the person I am today. I have to go now; we're on the move again. I miss you.
Draco
Draco,
Thank you for telling me about your life. It's helping me to understand you slightly better. Though I am sure you do not want to know about the lives of my family, I feel that I should tell you about my life before Hogwarts. Feel free to skip the next paragraph if you want.
My childhood was simple. I had nothing to worry about. My parents loved me unconditionally and I have six big brothers who would protect me from everything. We were poor and I didn't have many new things but I didn't care that much because it was rare that I spent time with people who had more money than me and if anyone said anything I knew Fred, George and Ron would get them. And then everyone went away. Bill went to Egypt; Charlie to Romania, Percy, Ron and the twins went to Hogwarts. And I was left alone. I spent a lot of time with my mum that year, she started teaching me to cook, knit and clean. I loved her so much but sometimes I just wanted to go out and have funny like any other chid. Then Ron got back from Hogwarts and he didn't want to spend time with me anymore. He only cared about Harry, and Hermione I guess but I never noticed that. So I made myself care about Harry, despite never having met him. I had such a huge crush on him it was unbelievable. Everything I did around him was so embarrassing, I knew there was no way he could possibly like me. Ever. And then I got to Hogwarts and things only got worse. I wasn't used to meeting new people and I didn't make any friends and everyone teased me about Harry, especially you. And then I started writing in the diary and everything went downhill. But I'm sure you already know about that.
Reminiscing has depressed me so I'm going to go to the kitchens to ask for some ice cream.
Write back.
Ginny x
Dear Ginny,
What happened next?
Missing you,
Draco
Draco,
You really don't what happened to me during my first year at Hogwarts, do you? I would have thought your father had boasted about it for weeks. I don't want to hurt you with this knowledge but you deserve to know the truth. Need to if you ever expect my parents to let us be together.
At the end of the summer before my first year, our fathers got into a fight in a book store. But your father did more than just shout and scream, he slipped a small diary in amongst my books. A diary of a 17 year old boy called Tom Marlovo Riddle – Lord Voldemort, although I didn't know it at the time. I wrote everything in the diary, told it all my secret longings and then it started writing back. As I wrote more I started experiencing black outs, waking up with blood on my hands at times and strange memories that weren't mine. So I decided to get rid of the diary. I threw it down a loo in Moaning Myrtle's toilets. Only somehow, Harry found it. I was scared that Tom would tell Harry that it was me all along so I stole the diary from his room.
I started writing in the diary again. Pleading with Tom too tell me what he had told Harry but he wouldn't, no matter how many times I asked. And I found myself becoming less and less myself and more him. And the attacks kept happening. And then everything went black. I was floating in this place where he was the only one I could see or find. I was totally lost. And then I woke up in the Chamber only to see Harry dying beside me. Fawkes saved him, thank Merlin, and I've forever been indebted to Harry. I really did think I loved him but I didn't. I couldn't have – I didn't know him.
So there's my sob story. It's probably not what you were expecting and I'm sorry for that. Sorry for keeping it from you for so long too, I honestly thought that you knew.
I understand if you're angry but please write back,
Ginny x
Ginny,
I'm angry but not at you. I'm angry at the monster that did this to you, who destroyed your innocence like that. I've known for a long time that my father was a monster but this confirms it. How you can look upon the face of the man who did this to you's son and not be revolted I cannot understand. I guess it's a good thing you can.
I'm sorry. I would give a thousand worlds if only I could change what happened to you. I suppose, though, that if it had never happened you would never have understood enough about my way of life to give me a chance. Once again I find myself owing someone I hate about something I care about.
Forgive me for my father's sins.
Draco.
Draco,
There is nothing to forgive. You are not your father. His sins are not yours to share. I would love you no matter who your father is or what he has done.
Forever,
Ginny
Ginny,
I love you too.
Draco