Title: Porcelain Doll
Author: Amanda Mancini (thefreakygeek@hotmail.com)
Rating: R sex and violence, not rated NC-17 for the fact
that it's not smut, and this plot is going somewhere.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: DM/GW/Riddle- Innocent Ginny reaches out to the
one person who ever needed her. Wicked Draco Malfoy is caught
up in the action without any regrets. He's seen death, torture,
but only the loss of her innocence can move him to do what is
right.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.
Rowling, the plot is all original.
Author's Note: Thank you for the support
of DracoGinnyFanfic
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dracoginnyfanfic).
I am doll eyes
Doll mouth, doll legs
I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really
do
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too
I want to be the girl with the most cake
I love him so much it just turns to hate
I fake it so real, I am beyond fake
And someday, you will ache like I ache
Someday, you will ache like I ache
... "Doll Parts" Hole.
At the Weasley residence in Ottery St. Catchpole a few years ago, had you shuffled through a few of the things in a small, bubblegum pink room, you would have found a little black book. Not just any book, but a diary. It was the school year of 1991-92, and Ginny had found it between the pages of her second hand transfiguration textbook.
The diary was a muggle one, bound in dark leather with the date '1942' engraved neatly into it's front cover, although it was slightly faded. Should you have opened it, you would have seen 'T. M. Riddle' written in slightly smudged ink across the top of the very first page. The rest of it's pages appeared to be empty unless, of course, you knew what to look for. Little Ginny Weasley did. She learned it's secret and she poured all of her heart and soul into that diary.
Ginny, however, got far more than she bargained for. We all know that story.
The present year is 1996, and if you visit the Burrow now, you'll still find Ginny in that tiny pink room. She also still has a black diary, but no one is supposed to know about that. This one isn't finely bound in leather, but of hastily cut cardboard that was painted black. It's pages aren't dated, nor are they finely lined or aged to an ivory color. Instead, they better resemble tattered pieces of parchment. There are no intricate designs embedded on the cover, but the date is still there. '1942' had been scratched into it with a sharp object, and 'T. M. Riddle had been written at the top of the first page, slightly off-center, with an unsteady hand.
"Will he ever notice me?"
"I think he hates me."
"I bet I failed that Ancient Runes test."
"Nobody pays attention to me."
"Why must my brothers make fun of me?"
"It's so awful being forced to come to school with second hand robes..."
"No one's ever understood me like you, Tom..."
The diary entries are simmilar to the ones Ginny Weasley had written in her first year as well. Very simmilar, but there was just one startling difference.
No one wrote back.
August 8th, 1995
Dear Tom,
Can you actually believe they actually made me a Gryffindr prefect? I was so surprised, especially when McGonagall had wriiten that I was an 'exemplary academic example for all of the other students.' Kind of stupid for them to give me such an authorative position, really. I'll just be useless. No one ever listens to me, so why would they if I was a prefect?
Ron laughed at me but he's just jealous, the stupid git. Hermione actually told him to mind himself and apologised to me for what he said. She always has to interrupt and stick her nose in where it doesn't belong.
Harry just said "Good for you." Good for me. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. Like he really cares.
It's awful here, Tom. I don't know how I was able to stand it for this long. All summer, no one's paid any attention to me unless they needed something. One second they ignore me and the next, they try to act like my friends. Is it going to be like this when school starts too? Things keep feeling wrse, and I son't know if I can handle that.
Please Tom, just answer me, say something.
Everyone's going to make fun of me. It got so hard to bear during exams last year, and now they'll probably think I'm some kind of psycho recluse. But I'm not, am I? I swear that the girls laugh at me behing my back, Tom. I swear it. I bet they call me fat and dumb when I'm not looking just because I'm quieter then they are and a bit heavier, and because they're jealous that i see Harry more then they do... They make fun of me, make kissy noises at me when ever he's in the room. It's not true, Tom! But I'm not fat, am I? Just a little.. chubby? And I'm not dumb...
Am I? AM I? Tom, just answer me. Just say something. Just talk to me.
I'm sorry about your real diary, Tom. I hadn't known Harry would destroy it! I wouldn't have let him otherwise. I would have stopped him, really! I need you. Come back to me. Nobody understand me like you. No one even bothers to try. Just-just... Just come and take me away from here. Just come here and do it. I know you're back now.. the real you I mean... Dumbledore told us at the end of last year. Please.
Don''t punish me any longer, I can't stand it anymore. Ill be going to Hogwarts soon, and you can find me there! I'll wait where you can find me! They'll never catch us, because they just don't care. Please listen to me... Tom... None else will...
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The next part will be considerably longer. Please review with your comments, suggestions, and ideas too. I'm always open for more ideas... This part is dedicated to Emily (StrangerWithMyFace) wishing her all the best.