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18 January 2006 @ 11:26 pm
HP Novel-Length - A Gift For Ginny: A Retelling Of The Nutcracker (ch8-EnteringTheLastOfThePortals)  
Title: A Gift For Ginny: A Retelling Of The Nutcracker (ch8 - Entering The Last Of The Portals)
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger-Weasley, Arthur Weasley (Ron's son), Thalia Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Lucy Weasley, Bill Weasley, Samantha Weasley, Cassie Weasley, Emmie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Penelope Clearwater-Weasley, Daniel Weasley, Elspeth Weasley, Eddie Weasley, Harry Potter, Kathleen Potter, Kayleigh Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Lucius Malfoy, various Death-Eaters, Lady Brigantia, Brigantia's escort, Spanish dancer, Spanish guitar player, Arabian flute player, Tea Shop passersby, English fiddle player, English flute player, Russian dancers, shepherd boy, children in the playground
Word Count: 1317
Also Posted On: My personal indigochild76 journal, Fanfiction.net, The Fire and Ice Archive, Toujourspur.com
Summary: An HP version of The Nutcracker Ballet by Tchaikovsky.
A/N: This was the first D/G fanfiction I ever attempted and ever posted for public review. All Harry Potter references are for books 1 - 5 (but BEFORE learning Ginny Weasley's full name).

Draco pulled away and gazed deeply into her eyes and smiled a genuine smile, “Not yet…” he whispered.

Tears began welling in Ginny’s big brown eyes. Draco gently brushed away her salty tears with his thumbs. The girl held her breath for a second and then released it in a slow shaky sigh.

The blond man tilted his head, “What’s wrong, my angel?”

Ginny bit down on her trembling lower lip, “Well,” she began, desperately trying to hold back the sobs that were threatening their release. “I know that you are holding back and I know why…” She paused and looked pleadingly into his steely gray eyes, “I just don’t understand… why can’t you remember me? Why…”

Draco nodded in understanding, “I know… I know… and you are right. I have been holding back.” He heaved a sigh, “Unfortunately, the answer to your question is that I do not know the answer. I wish that I could remember… more than anything… I can’t imagine ever forgetting an angel like you. You must believe me, Ginny.” His eyes looked fearful as he begged for his beloved to trust in him.

Ginny just blushed at his words.

“I was hoping that by being with you and experiencing everything the world has to offer with you I could get my memory back. I want to give you your heart’s desire… and the thing you seem to desire most is that I remember the past… I want to remember the past.” He paused for a moment while he fought back the tears that were nearly ready to spill down his pale cheeks, “Will you, Ginny? Will you help me to remember us?”

Ginny smiled and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight and sobbing into his chest, “Yes!!”

“Well now… it’s settled then… on to the next portal… I feel that by entering each portal I seem to gain some sort of remembrance… because you seem so familiar to me now… but as if you are out of a dream. I want to remember more.”

She took hold of his hand, “Let’s hurry then… where’s the next portal?”

Ginny gazed into the next portal’s entrance and she suddenly felt homesick… there before her she saw her home… England. She looked over at Draco, wondering if he remembered the place where he was from before he somehow came upon this magical kingdom. His expression looked thoughtful.

“Do you remember England, Draco?”

The blond man heaved a sigh, “Not exactly… let’s go inside…”

The two entered and found themselves somewhere in London. Ginny smiled broadly and linked her arm with Draco’s as they casually walked along the street. She was happy to see a little bit of home. At that moment, Draco pointed to a man and woman playing instruments across the street.

“Come on,” Draco stated with a grin.

The two walked over to the musicians and watched with awe. The man was playing a fiddle while the woman played a flute. The music was so lively and energetic that Draco could not help himself.

“Dance with me…” he whispered into Ginny’s ear.

Ginny obliged and the two danced there together on the sidewalk… not a care in the world.

“This place seems very familiar to me, my angel.”

The red-haired girl smiled and leaned closer against Draco’s body as they danced. Her heart had never felt so hopeful. But once the music stopped, they reluctantly left the portal though they were eager to enter the next one.

As they entered the fifth portal, Draco and Ginny found themselves in glorious Russia. The air was crisp and cold, but the people seemed to not mind the chilly weather.

“Oh Draco… it’s beautiful!! Ohh my, look!!” Ginny pointed at a group of men and women dancing with flowers and ribbons in a nearby park. The music played by the small band was wonderful… compelling any and all passersby to dance.

Draco looked deeply into Ginny’s eyes, “I remember something… I remember talking to you… I mean really talking to you… for the first time in a cold, dark classroom… Ginny… we went to school together!!”

Ginny’s entire face lit up at this little burst of memory. She began showering him with kisses and hugs. Draco took that as an invitation to kiss her back. A warmth in his heart was beginning to grow and it felt right… he yearned for more memories of this beautiful woman standing with him in his arms.

“Ginny… let’s go to another portal… I’m beginning to remember!” he shouted in delight.

Upon entering the next portal, Draco and Ginny found themselves standing on a rolling, grassy hill. There were sheep everywhere and in the distance there was a little shepherd boy playing a flute. The melancholy music echoed off the hills causing the two to smile.

“Do you remember any more?” Ginny asked while clutching his hand lovingly.

The blond man nodded, “Yes…” he whispered. “I don’t like what I remember…”

“What?” Ginny’s voice was full of worry.

A single tear streamed down his cheek and he ran out of the portal.

“Draco!” Ginny shouted as she ran out after the man she loved.

She saw him standing in the center of the woodland grove, his back facing her. Her heart ached to see him so upset and it was obvious that he did not want her to see him cry. ‘What could be making him this upset?’ she thought to herself.

“Please… talk to me, Draco…”

Finally, he turned around to face her. His eyes were reddened from the tears. “I have a dark past… I was forced to do things that I never wanted any part of… it’s still hazy… but I know that it was evil…”

Ginny grasped his hand and held it up to her cheek, “I know…” she whispered.

“You do? And you’re all right with that?”

The red-head nodded, “Yes… it wasn’t your fault… you were born into a dark wizarding family…”

Draco sighed, “Dark doesn’t seem to do justice to the deeds that I was ordered to do, Ginny.”

“I know…” she smiled. “But you didn’t go through with them…”

“How do you know?”

“Because you are you… you might have come from an evil family destined to do and be a part of evil things… but you, Draco… you are not evil and could never do the things your family asked of you.”

“I hope you’re right… let’s go into the next portal… there’s only two left.”

The two gazed into the next portal. Ginny smiled, “Ohh… look at the children!” Immediately she ran through the entrance, Draco close behind.

The red-haired girl ran up to the little children playing in a small playground. Ginny loved children and more than anything wanted to be a mother. She was very envious of her brothers who had children of their own.

Draco noticed her happy expression at seeing the little children, “Like kids?” he asked.

“Oh yes…”

“You’d make a wonderful mother…”

Ginny blushed, “Really?”

He hugged her close from behind, “Yes…” he whispered into her ear while giving her a light kiss on the temple.

The red-head sighed, “I love you…” she suddenly stated. Her eyes widened at her own words and a wave of fear washed over her.

There was a moment of silence… the moment seemed to last an eternity, “I love you too… Virginia Weasley…”

Ginny closed her eyes at the sound of his voice saying her name… her full name… he remembered her. She turned around… eyes filled with happy tears. “You remember?”

Draco nodded as he swept her up into his arms. He carried her out of the portal and into the last one. Once inside, he set her down in what appeared to be a magical flower garden.

At that moment, he kissed her on the mouth, “I remember you, Virginia… I remember us…”
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