Drabble Collection
Title: Little Wishes
Summary: She was his queen, for good.
1st drabble
Title: My Own
Summary: He likes to call her his own. My own. The possessive name of beauty.
Disclaimer: Is not mine, you know the deal.
Pairing: Tom Riddle Jr/Ginevra Weasley
My Own
by misskrum
There is no soul for her, him, or whatever you wish to call it.
He has ruined everything that could make her think of it. He has taken what she loved and gave her what he always loved: the luxury, the beauty, and the culture. He never though of what she wanted because it's not vital and never will be. The only thing that matters is showing what he could do. And he's God, the new God. He can do anything he wants. He can pick anyone he wants... and he wants her... So, she belongs to him. As long as he's got power, she'll always be his. He knows she is a queen - his queen - and he like it. He likes to call her his own. My own: the possessive name of beauty.
Ginny is the most important person in the world – or is it his world? - and she knows it. She keeps on trying not to be. Ginny knows he can beat anybody, that he's powerful. He knows that, too. He can beat her if he wants. Tom keeps telling himself that she's not that essential, that he could destroy her when he no longer needs her to rule by his side. He's lying; and he knows that, too. He has kept lying because it's easier – for him and for her. Tom can't be thwarted for anyone, not even for the queen.
Then, he looks at her and smiles. It is not a pure or a beautiful smile. It is a cold smile from a man with no heart. He looks at his queen again and he knows that no matter what, she'll always be there, in his castle, in his world... even when she runs away... or cries... or even screams.
N/A: I really, REALLY hope you like *-*