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This is my first Tom/Ginny fic, and I kind of like the way it turned out :) Enjoy!
"Ginny," he whispered sweetly.
She smiled dazily. "Tom," she whispered back. "It's you, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"How did you get here?"
"Magic."
She chuckled. Of course. "Sorry, I still forget sometimes."
"That's alright," he whispered, sitting on her bed and looking down at her. "How do you feel about Harry now?"
"I don't know," she answered, trying to look away, but she couldn't.
"Why? I've shown you what he is. Has he talked to you today?"
She shook her head.
He tutted softly. "Poor, stupid boy. He doesn't know what a treasure he is missing out on." He lifted his hand and ever so gently stroked her hair. She closed her eyes - his touch made her insides tingle.
"Surely he will notice me soon?" She asked quietly.
"Has he taken much notice of you so far?" Tom asked gently.
"No," she replied sadly.
Tom said nothing. He simply moved his hand down from her hair to her freckled face and softly stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"I have to go," he said after a few minutes.
"No!" She sat up and took his hand. "Don't leave. I... I want you to stay."
He smiled. "You could come away with me."
She grinned. "Can I? Really?"
"Of course," he murmured, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, "I'll keep you safe."
Her breath caught in her throat at how close he was, and she nodded. He smiled softly, took her hand, and led her away.