Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling

A.N. This is going to be a drabble series. 100 drabbles, 100 days. All Tom/Ginny, just Ginny or just Tom. Hope you enjoy! :)


Ginevra Molly Weasley scared him. Yes, a girl of merely eleven years with garish red hair and too many freckles scared him. Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort, The Dark Lord. She poured her soul into him and in return he fed her the lies she wanted to hear. Yet somewhere along the way he gave her a part of his soul as well and that frightened Tom more then anything. How could he have made such a foolish mistake? Opening up, even just a bit, to her? It was such an idiotic move that the dark haired teenager could never take back.

As the days began to blur together he found himself craving her words. Perhaps it was the seclusion speaking on his behalf but why? He never relied on anyone for anything. He was always in control. So why was this different? Regret pulsed through his veins but he lived off the fact she would die in the end and he would regain his control. She scared him but Tom chose to ignore it. It was just a juvenile habit he picked up from Ginevra.

But what scared Tom the most was she could make him feel.