Ginny Weasley sat in the Potions Class on a seemingly normal day when she noticed that something. All of the Slytherins 5th year and up were treating her differently. It was noticeable enough that Luna had mentioned it and Neville had began to become more important and protective. Ginny had begun hexing all the slytherins who approach.
"So.. do you know why everyone is acting weird?"
Ginny looked at Neville and sighed. Neville was trying to understand why they would treat Ginny like that.
"I don't know."
That was all that was said between the two. Ginny has a secret: in her first year, Ginny had absorbed a piece of Tom Riddle's souls. She had sensed that something had changed. Pansy Parkinson and her younger sister, Violetta, had made it a point to discourage bullying by saying 'our leader wouldn't…..' and the bullying would stop. Violetta was acting like a crazy person. Ginny was going to Transfiguration when Draco approached her. He brushed against her tapped her two times and walked into an empty class room. That was a sign from the war that he wanted to meet so she did.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle is back and wants you ginny," Draco said softly and factually. Ginny faced the window, took out a cigarette, lit it, and faced the window. Draco observed her for a moment, the way she held herself, the fact that she had a special kind. The kind that was common among his grandfather and his set.
"I felt like that since the summer. I thought it was a figment of my imagination but that was quick to pass when I saw him as I went aboard the train. I saw him, could feel him, and he is young. He is the Tom I know not Lord Voldemort. I became more suspicious when slytherins became more nicer."
She drew in a long puff and held it in for a moment or two. She released it. In that moment he was reminded of what his grandfather used to say.
"Our dark lord loved a cigarette called La Estelle de Martinez. He loved having it in his throat for a period of time. He could go through a pack of day. He liked going outside and smoking in the back of a green house. But if he couldn't do that, behind the portrait of Elizabeth Wydeville he would smoke. He had one hand his right holding the cigarette and the left on his elbow."
Much like Ginny, she inherited those simple traits from him, draco thought rather tratiously. A part of him wondered if Ginny could calm him, his views, and make him more temperate. But that was a big if.
"Do you…."
"Love him? Tom. I guess…" Ginny paused before allowing herself to answer. "Yes. I do. I have always been a little in love with Tom not his idealogy or Voldemort. But… that was long ago."
Ginny looked at him through her eyelashes and watched. It was a slytherin move, Draco noted, answering that question, knowing he would have to explain why? Why did he care? Draco did not know.
"Are you thinkingI can change him?"
Neither acknowledged it but in the lack of acknowledgment both had their answer.