Tricked

Do not talk to strangers. Little Ginny Weasley learned the hardest possible way. (AU)

Genre: drama, angst

Rating: M for language and violence

Pairings: Tom Riddle Jr. x Ginny Weasley

Disclaimer: anything you recognise is not mine. Including popular brands.

The End

The steel door opens with a heavy clang, and Ginny Weasley flinched at the sight of the plain-looking room and its inhabitant.

There were three beds, with grey bed sheets and one pillow each. At the end of the bed were thin blankets, folded neatly -only God knows how such flimsy fabric would be able to withstand the temperature of the room. Beside each beds were wooden table and cupboard, painted with sickening, greyish colour. The walls are white as a snowy day, but look closer and you will find pencil writings scrawled all over it. None of them sounds happy.

The room was actually really clean, almost sterile. But something about the cleanliness made Ginny feels sick, instead of feeling comfortable or at ease.

Perhaps it was something about the two girls in the room.

The first one was sitting on the window-sill. She had one of her legs up, while the other hang loosely to the floor. Her hair was dirty blonde and was dreadlocked, and her sunken cheeks complemented well with her dark blue eyes. Ginny did not like the way those eyes bore into her, as if she was able to see her intestines by simply looking at her. The dark circles under her eyes were not helping neither.

The other girl was sitting on the bed. She had a book opened on her lap, which looked like some kind of a diary. Ginny felt that she was easier to look at than her friend over there, but still there were no signs of warmth or friendliness in her impassive stare. She was a brunette and her eyes were the colour of matching brown, and Ginny believe that in another world she would be a very pretty girl. But beauty does not shine in a place like this, and her pregnant belly does not help. It just felt wrong to see something bulging on the stomach of a teenage girl.

"Well, here is your room. And there're your roommates," said the officer, twirling the set of keys hanging on her belt. "Dinner at seven. Don't be late."

Ginny nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she muttered, clutching her bag even tighter.

The officer left and shut the door with a bang.

There was silence as the blonde girl seemed to be observing Ginny.

Ginny forced a smile, which only managed to move one side of her lips, creating an awkward smirk. Then she started to move towards the bed at the far end of the room. The bed where the pregnant girl sat on was obviously taken, and there were stuff on the small table in the middle of the room. The bed sheet also crinkled a bit, so she assumed it belonged to the blonde girl.

She put her small bag on the table in the farthest part of the room. She opened it and began to take out her belongings; her clothes (basic stuff like jeans, T-shirt, and a hooded jumper), her toiletries (soap, deodorant, toothbrush), and three books (a small Bible, a notebook, and her favourite teen writer which never fails to lift up her spirit). One does not take too many things when they are going to stay at a juvenile detention.

She was just going to open her cupboard when a hand suddenly hit the front of her cupboard (BANG!).

She squealed, and when she turned her head around, there was the blonde girl. Standing right at her back, her height intimidated her. Her left hand, which was still on the surface of the cupboard, became some sort of a blockade for Ginny to move anywhere. They were so close that Ginny was able to see the freckles on her face.

"Y-yes…?"

"Who the fuck told you to do that?"

Ginny started to shake. She gulped. "P-pardon?"

She just cannot see herself doing anything wrong that might have offended the blonde, but from the way she rolled her eyes to then stared back at her with a roaring fire in it, it seemed like she had upset her. A lot.

"You didn't ask permissions. You just walked in and put your stupid things there," she said. "Can't you see that there are people here before you?"

"Um… Yes?"

"You've eyes, don't you! Or are you blind!"

"Yes…"

"So why so hard for you to see us and talk to us first before putting…," she started hitting the surface of the cupboard, "your stupid clothes…", she continued hitting, "in this stupid cupboard!

Ginny closed her eyes as if she was able to block her yelling by doing so, as her hands were too full to cover her ears.

"I'm sorry…"

"You'd better be!" the blonde said, banging the cupboard once more. She turned around to get back to the window-sill, where she reached her pocket to find a box of cigarette to lit up before once again sitting with one leg up.

Still shaking with fear, Ginny managed to steal a glimpse to the direction of the pregnant girl, as if looking for a help. Or at least a sympathy. She found none of them; the girl just continue to stare at her with her cold stare.

She put her folded clothes back into her bag. Guess it is just not the right time to place it in the cupboard. She was going to apologise to the blonde, but first she felt the need to calm herself. So she sat on her bed.

Then she earned another scold from the blonde.

"Who told you to sit!"

Ginny jumped from the bed. She turned to face the blonde girl, who was staring at her with rage in her eyes. However, this time she decided that she was not going to take it just like that.

"I-I was just sitting!"

"So you dare to question me?"

The blonde girl started get up and walked towards her direction.

Ginny found herself making a strange, strangled noise. She had manage to cross this girl twice in less than half an hour, and she knows that she just will not get away with it this time.

Panicking, she moved her hands around as if she was trying to find something to say. Her eyesight wandered, desperately looking for a way out of the situation. That was when she found out how the pregnant girl remained indifferent to her situation, staring unblinkingly at the pages of her diary.

Help is not coming. She was all by herself.

When the blonde girl pushed her to wall, Ginny Weasley did not scream.

She just closed her eyes and silently cursed that fateful night when everything started.

There goes the first chapter. I hope I managed to tickle your curiosity. Reviews are highly appreciated. Thanks.