A/N : This is my first Ginny/Tom story so constructive comments on it will be much loved. It's slightly AU and I was inspired by one of the fanfic100 prompts, Drink. This is the result of a plot bunny that wouldn't go away at 2am in the morning. Enjoy!
Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me except for Tom's robes. xD
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It was two o'clock in the morning when Ginny was rudely awaken by the heavy yew bedroom door bursting open.
"Tom?" she whispered as a dark figure ambled in. It was unlike his usual precise and light footsteps that she was so familiar with.
"Ginny?" he said, with a slight slur at the end.
"Lumos."
Tom Riddle was standing at the foot of the bed wearing the exact same black overcoat and robes she had seen him in when he left for 'work' this morning. The only thing different about his appearance was his albeit slightly bloodshot eyes and his tousled black hair. He collapsed on the bed and whether he intended for his head to end up on Ginny's lap would be anybody's guess.
"Tom, get off my lap, you're heavy." Ginny exclaimed and tried pushing his head away.
"No. Comfy." He muttered in a dazed voice.
"Did you drink too much at Draco's bachelor party again?" She prodded while sweeping his dark locks away from his eyes. A small smile crossed his face as he turned his head inward to face her stomach.
"You're drunk!" Ginny said triumphantly. If only his lackeys could see their famous leader now, drunk and utterly vulnerable.
"No," he said with a slight pout and snuggled against her, " Dark Lords never get drunk."
Ginny sighed. It was going to be a long night.