Her Tom
Sometimes, she misses him. She misses his dark hair and wonderful eyes, and all his other handsome features. She misses the way he was so patient and understanding. She misses the way he made her feel like the most important person in the world. It was a new feeling to her. She misses the way he was so mysterious. She misses the way he would give her advice without ridicule.
She knows that in the back of her mind that it is sick and wrong, and that he was brutal, but to her, it is perfectly all right, because Tom Riddle and Lord Voldemort were separate people. She doesn't dare tell anyone. She doesn't dare tell a soul about how she stole the diary back, just to run her hands over it. She doesn't dare tell a single person about how she felt a longing to go towards the Death Eaters at the Quidditch cup.
Years later, she watches Harry suffer slowly under her curse dispassionately. She doesn't really care, because she is the queen now, and she and Tom would get rid of the muggle filth of the world. Finally, the foolish boy crumples and dies and she sneers coldly. She never really liked the stupid hero much.
Even more years later, she stares at the mudbloods and muggles working as slaves. The world is right again. She is the most important woman in the world, she has her Tom back, and the muggles and mudbloods and blood traitors have been shown their place.
She leans back and kisses her Tom again, and shoots a crucio to her mother and father without a second thought. She had her Tom, and the world is right again.
A/N: This came to me quite randomly, and I have an odd love for Tom/Ginny fics. Call it sick, call it wrong, but truthfully, I don't care. If you want to flame . . . Go ahead. If you want to leave a nice, productive review, I would appreciate it.
Happy Halloween!