Ginny let her mind free, letting every single memory she had worked so hard to store away open up. She showed him her childhood, her carefree days at the Burrow, her precious time with her mother, learning to cook and sew and knit. How she followed Fred and George around, hanging on every word, every prank, every scheme. Her childhood fights with Ron, and how he constantly berated her. She showed him how Percy, while being a bit more reserved, had taught her to read and write her name.
Her years at Hogwarts flew by. Her first year, the nightmare of it all, was on display. How his own father had slipped her the cursed diary, how she was a lonely girl, and she wrote and thought she had found a friend. The horrible things she had done while possessed by the Dark Lord, and how she had almost died in the bowels of Hogwarts.
Her other years, how she had been ridiculed for her clothes, her lack of money. How she had still, in spite of it all, risen to be one of the top witches of her year. She showed him her awkward relationships, and how Ron made her miserable at every turn because of them.
When her mind turned to the night at the Ministry of Magic, she almost closed it, but fought her own inhibitions and showed him what happened. How she fought against the death eaters. How Sirius died, and how it broke her heart. More and more memories flooded forward, being tormented at Hogwarts her sixth year, and crying over the dead body of her beloved brother. The final moments, and watching Harry being carried from the woods, appearing dead, and how it ripped her heart to pieces.
The most surprising memories, to her, where the most recent ones. The accident, and the months of isolation, where only her brothers came to see her. Her bitter anger at Harry for leaving her, and her bitter anger at Ron for taking him away. Her first dinner with Draco, and the way she was intrigued by his apology and his smile. The night Draco gave her the potion, and the feeling of elation in finally feeling whole. The night they decided to part ways, and how she had gone home and cried when she thought no one could see her. Her recent time with Harry, and while she was having fun, she felt on edge the entire time. Of how much she loved Harry, and how terrified she was of those feelings because she knew he would leave her again.
Draco saw her, for who she was, and when she was done, she was weeping, her body shaking. She wanted nothing more than to close down again, but she willed herself, for now, to stay open. She was going to be honest with him, completely.