A/N: A story starring Ginny and Tom, I hope you enjoy it! I do not own Harry Potter, and no copyright infringement was intended.
Ginny Weasley sat on her bed early in the morning. Today, August 11, is her sixteenth birthday. The warm summer breeze travels through her open window as she contemplates her life. "I'm happy, aren't I?" Ginny asked herself.
Ginny went over all the things that made her happy: Harry was starting to notice her, she had a loving family, friends, she loved Hogwarts, and she had just turned sixteen. The perfect life in most eyes, but in her heart of hearts, she knew there was something missing.
"What is missing, and why can't I find it?" Ginny asked herself, while she ran her hands through her flaming red hair. What is it?" Ginny muttered. "Who is…" Ginny trailed off. She laid her head on the pillow, staring out at the summer sky. "Tom." She whispered the word.
Years later, she could still see him as clearly as if he were sitting next to her. She could see his piercing, ice blue eyes, his ghostly white skin, and his hair which was as black as a moonless night, his tall and slim, yet muscular frame, and his deceivingly, handsome face. Ginny was suddenly plagued by flashbacks of her time with Tom; the first time she wrote in his diary, the conversations where her consoled her, the explanations of the blackouts, the first time she saw him, and when he betrayed her in the chamber.
On the surface she exhibited hatred for him, but underneath that there was still love. "I do not love him!" Ginny scolded herself. "If I feel anything for him it's a mild physical attraction, but I doubt I even I even have that." She said, trying to reassure herself. Mid-thought she was distracted by a noise in the room. When she looked up she saw it was only Hermione moving in her sleep.
Ginny decided to put it out of her mind, it was only a fleeting thought and it meant nothing. She was happy, and there was nothing missing in her life. As Ginny drifted in the land between waking and sleeping she thought she saw a figure; as she fell into a deep slumber the wind carried in a solitary word, "Ginerva….."
A/N: I wrote this as a one-shot but it is going to be expanded, since many have asked to see this expand. Please review, constructive criticism is welcome!