Once Upon a Time.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you have seen in the Harry Potter series written by the lovely, creative, talented J.K. Rowling. I own any new characters my odd little mind wishes to put in, along with the plot.
Chapter 2: Immorally Perfect
The girls in her dormitory didn't awake for another 5 hours, as Ginny sat upright in her bed with the curtains drawn. She hadn't slept at all. There was no possible way she could have.
She heard her roommates call her once, and then twice, then decide to leave her alone.
She flopped down onto her pillows, eyes threatening to close. It was a Monday, which meant -classes! She had to get ready.
She flung open the curtains and ran to her trunk. Throwing it open, she grabbed what she hoped matched and put it on. She pulled her hair back as she ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
She was on the bottom step of the girls' staircase when she heard an all to familiar cackle.
"Leave me alone, Riddle," she murmured, looking around the common room. The only occupants were a couple of 1st years in the corner trading chocolate frog cards.
'Do you really believe I would show myself in this castle? You haven't changed a bit, you silly girl. Well, except now you have the knowledge that Potter wasn't what you always thought he would be, am I right? You have learned that love does not conquer all.' Riddle said to her.
She looked at the 1st years. They hadn't shown any acknowledgement of his voice.
He continued 'You thought Potter would fall in love with you-well you were only a first year with a silly little crush on him, now weren't you? But it still took you a few years to get over the fact that he would never choose you.even if you had saved his life'
"Stop it! That has nothing to do with you," Ginny hissed opening the portrait hole.
'Oh, but it does my dear, Virginia, it does. You are mine. You are one of my possessions so may I call you. And.now you are to do my bidding.' He finished. She could tell he was leaving her mind as his laughter died away until she could not hear it no longer.
'Why now? What could he possibly need me for?' she thought as she went down the main staircase.
She had turned the handle to the Great Hall when she decided she wanted to go for a walk on the grounds.
She first went to the pitch. She was a chaser on the Gryfinndor team, she had made the team this year, but at the moment not even that could cheer her up.
She walked from goal post to goal post and then doubled back and went towards the lake.
It was October; the leaves were coloring slightly, some falling from their branches already. It was a crisp autumn day, the kind that you could smell the fading summer and the approaching winter. She loved this kind of weather. Just a slight breeze, warm enough to not wear a jacket and cool enough to just were a sweater and jeans.perfect.
She seemed to be the only one out of the grounds this morning. Well, that was their loss.
She walked to the shore of the lake and noticed something strange. There was a wooden boat, one of the boats that as a first year, she took across the lake.
"Well-one quick trip wouldn't hurt, would it?" she asked to know one in particular.
She leaped in the boat and it took off straight away.
~*|*~
Little did Ginny know some one was watching her impassively. Not really paying attention, but absently watching her.
Draco Malfoy, sixteen and a fairly new 6th year, was under an oak tree reading a book, every once in a while looking up with his icy, gray gaze at the youngest Weasley. Running a hand through his silver-blonde locks, he went back to his book.
He wasn't the happiest student at Hogwarts. His father was hiding from the Ministry and he was left with his mother. The blonde stereotype really did fit his mother, Narcissia. As pretty as she was, she wasn't very smart. Anyway, Draco wasn't exactly happy that his father was on the run-but he wasn't really sad or mad at the fact. Maybe he was relieved. Who knew, but he didn't like the fact that everyone in Hogwarts thought he was a death eater in training.
Being stared at and being ran away from every time you walking along a corridor were not his idea of fun.
He looked up and saw Weasley jump in a boat and set off across the lake.
'Well-that wasn't something you saw everyday,' he thought 'Wonder where she is going.'
Just than her boat had capsized and sent her flying into the dark waters.
Draco lepted from his position and sprinted towards the lake. Not even thinking twice about whom he was about to ruin his attire for, he dove in and swam out to her, but she was already swimming back.
"Jesus!" she murmured, frustrated "what the hell happened - and what are you doing out here?" she asked perturbed at the sight of Malfoy.
"Going for a swim! What does it look like I'm doing?!" he retorted swimming back to shore along side of her.
"Swimming." She said in a gasp.
They had reached the shore on all fours, panting.
Once they had caught their breath Ginny started.
"So was the Amazing Bouncing Ferret trying to save the little Weasel?" she sneered "Because that still doesn't make you any different from what you are."
"And what may I ask is that?" he snapped getting on his feet.
"A Death Eater, or one in training" she said standing up and reaching her full height, which was still a good five or six inches under his.
He glared at her "And what would make you say that?" he said viciously
"I must spell it out for you?" she asked impatiently "You are the son a Lucius Malfoy, and you are truly your fathers son."
Right then, Ginny could tell she had said something that should had never been said in the presence of Draco Malfoy.
In a flash, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and placed pressure on them, causing her pain.
"I am not my father's son." He said furiously "I have never been nor every will be"
"Than why are you hurting me!?" she screamed at him.
He released his grip and backed up a step. As if mesmerized by the words she had said, he stared fixated at her.
"I'm sorry," he said in a monotone looking into her eyes.
Ginny stared back, bewildered at what he had just done. He-Draco Malfoy- had apologized to her-Ginny Weasley.
"Malfoy, go to the hospital wing. There is something seriously wrong with you." She said while ringing out her hair.
She took one last look at him, turned around and walked away towards the castle.
Draco watched her go then turned as well to retrieve his book and return to the castle.
Classes had already begun for the day.
~*|*~
About 2,000 miles, across the Atlantic, and into the inland of the United States, Tom Marvolo Riddle was having the time of his life. Bemused at his dumb luck.
"Perfect" he whispered.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you have seen in the Harry Potter series written by the lovely, creative, talented J.K. Rowling. I own any new characters my odd little mind wishes to put in, along with the plot.
Chapter 2: Immorally Perfect
The girls in her dormitory didn't awake for another 5 hours, as Ginny sat upright in her bed with the curtains drawn. She hadn't slept at all. There was no possible way she could have.
She heard her roommates call her once, and then twice, then decide to leave her alone.
She flopped down onto her pillows, eyes threatening to close. It was a Monday, which meant -classes! She had to get ready.
She flung open the curtains and ran to her trunk. Throwing it open, she grabbed what she hoped matched and put it on. She pulled her hair back as she ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
She was on the bottom step of the girls' staircase when she heard an all to familiar cackle.
"Leave me alone, Riddle," she murmured, looking around the common room. The only occupants were a couple of 1st years in the corner trading chocolate frog cards.
'Do you really believe I would show myself in this castle? You haven't changed a bit, you silly girl. Well, except now you have the knowledge that Potter wasn't what you always thought he would be, am I right? You have learned that love does not conquer all.' Riddle said to her.
She looked at the 1st years. They hadn't shown any acknowledgement of his voice.
He continued 'You thought Potter would fall in love with you-well you were only a first year with a silly little crush on him, now weren't you? But it still took you a few years to get over the fact that he would never choose you.even if you had saved his life'
"Stop it! That has nothing to do with you," Ginny hissed opening the portrait hole.
'Oh, but it does my dear, Virginia, it does. You are mine. You are one of my possessions so may I call you. And.now you are to do my bidding.' He finished. She could tell he was leaving her mind as his laughter died away until she could not hear it no longer.
'Why now? What could he possibly need me for?' she thought as she went down the main staircase.
She had turned the handle to the Great Hall when she decided she wanted to go for a walk on the grounds.
She first went to the pitch. She was a chaser on the Gryfinndor team, she had made the team this year, but at the moment not even that could cheer her up.
She walked from goal post to goal post and then doubled back and went towards the lake.
It was October; the leaves were coloring slightly, some falling from their branches already. It was a crisp autumn day, the kind that you could smell the fading summer and the approaching winter. She loved this kind of weather. Just a slight breeze, warm enough to not wear a jacket and cool enough to just were a sweater and jeans.perfect.
She seemed to be the only one out of the grounds this morning. Well, that was their loss.
She walked to the shore of the lake and noticed something strange. There was a wooden boat, one of the boats that as a first year, she took across the lake.
"Well-one quick trip wouldn't hurt, would it?" she asked to know one in particular.
She leaped in the boat and it took off straight away.
~*|*~
Little did Ginny know some one was watching her impassively. Not really paying attention, but absently watching her.
Draco Malfoy, sixteen and a fairly new 6th year, was under an oak tree reading a book, every once in a while looking up with his icy, gray gaze at the youngest Weasley. Running a hand through his silver-blonde locks, he went back to his book.
He wasn't the happiest student at Hogwarts. His father was hiding from the Ministry and he was left with his mother. The blonde stereotype really did fit his mother, Narcissia. As pretty as she was, she wasn't very smart. Anyway, Draco wasn't exactly happy that his father was on the run-but he wasn't really sad or mad at the fact. Maybe he was relieved. Who knew, but he didn't like the fact that everyone in Hogwarts thought he was a death eater in training.
Being stared at and being ran away from every time you walking along a corridor were not his idea of fun.
He looked up and saw Weasley jump in a boat and set off across the lake.
'Well-that wasn't something you saw everyday,' he thought 'Wonder where she is going.'
Just than her boat had capsized and sent her flying into the dark waters.
Draco lepted from his position and sprinted towards the lake. Not even thinking twice about whom he was about to ruin his attire for, he dove in and swam out to her, but she was already swimming back.
"Jesus!" she murmured, frustrated "what the hell happened - and what are you doing out here?" she asked perturbed at the sight of Malfoy.
"Going for a swim! What does it look like I'm doing?!" he retorted swimming back to shore along side of her.
"Swimming." She said in a gasp.
They had reached the shore on all fours, panting.
Once they had caught their breath Ginny started.
"So was the Amazing Bouncing Ferret trying to save the little Weasel?" she sneered "Because that still doesn't make you any different from what you are."
"And what may I ask is that?" he snapped getting on his feet.
"A Death Eater, or one in training" she said standing up and reaching her full height, which was still a good five or six inches under his.
He glared at her "And what would make you say that?" he said viciously
"I must spell it out for you?" she asked impatiently "You are the son a Lucius Malfoy, and you are truly your fathers son."
Right then, Ginny could tell she had said something that should had never been said in the presence of Draco Malfoy.
In a flash, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and placed pressure on them, causing her pain.
"I am not my father's son." He said furiously "I have never been nor every will be"
"Than why are you hurting me!?" she screamed at him.
He released his grip and backed up a step. As if mesmerized by the words she had said, he stared fixated at her.
"I'm sorry," he said in a monotone looking into her eyes.
Ginny stared back, bewildered at what he had just done. He-Draco Malfoy- had apologized to her-Ginny Weasley.
"Malfoy, go to the hospital wing. There is something seriously wrong with you." She said while ringing out her hair.
She took one last look at him, turned around and walked away towards the castle.
Draco watched her go then turned as well to retrieve his book and return to the castle.
Classes had already begun for the day.
~*|*~
About 2,000 miles, across the Atlantic, and into the inland of the United States, Tom Marvolo Riddle was having the time of his life. Bemused at his dumb luck.
"Perfect" he whispered.
