Another Tom/Ginny small oneshot. If you can tolerate and understand this paring, enjoy. It takes place during the 7th year, just sometime when Ginny is home at the Burrow. Again, reasonable reviews are welcomed, not bashing.
"To be honest, I never thought I had it in me," Ginny admitted delicately, as she stepped over Harry Potter's fresh corpse, approaching him. "I did choose you over him, after all."
"It was the only way you could stay with me." Tom snickered, and he rested his forehead against hers. "And you had known that, so that is why you did it."
She swallowed, fearing his closeness, but loving it all the more with an exciting, dark adrenaline rush.
He continued, "And with him gone at last, the world will be my eternal domain."
"And in this domain of yours…what part will I have in it?"
Tom drew away to grant her an alluring smile, "As long as you stay loyal to me, and follow me, and do as I tell you—I will slay anyone who stands in your way, I will be your shield through the shadows that are about to grow in these lands."
She eyed him closely, "Tom, you're practically giddy about this. Like a happy little prince. Seems like you got your twisted fairytale come true."
With saying that, Tom's right hand had grazed her hip, taking her wand from her pocket—the murder weapon that slew The Boy Who Lived. He flicked it gently above her, and within moments, a bright ginger smoke flowed from the wooden tip and began to encircle her head, taking the shape of a pretty doll-like tiara.
"True, and every prince cannot rule his vast kingdom without a chosen princess."
Ginny stood wide eyed, and nearly felt sick to her stomach. She couldn't believe what was happening.
Gathering as much willpower as possible, she raised her wand, and screamed, "Riddikulus!"
And the dreadful act morphed into a masked couple of circus entertainers, who took hands, stepped together, and performed out a rather laughable waltz. Momentarily, however, they too faded away.
Ginevra turned her back, and descended the staircase, calling out, "Alright Mum, the attic Boggart is taken care of!"