Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Ginny, Tom or his diary (more's the pity).
All are copyright J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: A short scene, written as a reply to an argument I had with a friend - does Tom ever feel any remorse? It was meant to be a drabble, but it's more like a drabble-and-a-half. Ah well. Enjoy.
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"Maybe you shouldn't talk to me any more."
The words are softly spoken, as is everything Tom says to her. She looks up in surprise at the ghostly figure perched on the end of her bed.
"Why?" she asks, dumbfounded. "D-don't you like me any more?"
The moment the words pass her lips she winces. The words are so childish, so trite. But Tom doesn't appear to notice. His face is creased in thought, glowing faintly from the candle shining through him.
"It's not. . . good for you," he remarks at last. "You should have friends outside of a boy in a diary."
"I don't want other friends," Ginny says stubbornly, trying to get him to understand. "Nobody understands me like you do, Tom."
A faint smile touches his lips. "Yes," he murmurs. "That's true. Tell me again about this Harry boy."
And so the moment passes, and he is her Tom once more.
Author's Note: A short scene, written as a reply to an argument I had with a friend - does Tom ever feel any remorse? It was meant to be a drabble, but it's more like a drabble-and-a-half. Ah well. Enjoy.
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"Maybe you shouldn't talk to me any more."
The words are softly spoken, as is everything Tom says to her. She looks up in surprise at the ghostly figure perched on the end of her bed.
"Why?" she asks, dumbfounded. "D-don't you like me any more?"
The moment the words pass her lips she winces. The words are so childish, so trite. But Tom doesn't appear to notice. His face is creased in thought, glowing faintly from the candle shining through him.
"It's not. . . good for you," he remarks at last. "You should have friends outside of a boy in a diary."
"I don't want other friends," Ginny says stubbornly, trying to get him to understand. "Nobody understands me like you do, Tom."
A faint smile touches his lips. "Yes," he murmurs. "That's true. Tell me again about this Harry boy."
And so the moment passes, and he is her Tom once more.