Title: Deal with the Devil Author: Winning the heart of her beloved sparhawk whilst finding the time to associate with these lowly mortals Disclaimer: I have the scientists working on genetcally engernering tropical apples, seems they don't exsist after all. Fancy that. We shall build my own Isaland which shall not be called Nikki Island for that is silly and just begs to be taken away. so i shall call it something that is easy to forget. maybe greg. I do not own any of these chracters and brownie points to any who got my rather obviaous reference to Tom Felton. Thank you very much!
Summary: same plot line different chapter. Peices of once lavender scented paper to those who review! stuff in Italics is the song. had to edit to fit story. kind of part of the dialogue as well.

Part two Poor Unfortunate Gryffindors

Ginny finally sat up and wiped away her tears. Ugh! why me? she thought.

Her diary caught her eye and she resisted the urge to throw something. Damn Fucking Riddle! why the hell did he... her thoughts trailed off. maybe. it could be possible. if anyone could do it it was Riddle.

"Tom..." she whispered. the air around her seemed to whisper and sway. "Tom Riddle." she whispered, louder this time.

"Well, well, well, last time we met you were calling me a needy little bastard who cared only for your soul. Or were you words something else."

Ginny turned and wasn't surprised to see Tom Riddle lounging on her bed in all his sexy Slytherin glory.

"Tom," she whispered again.

"Ah yes love, me. didn't i always say, YOu call. I'll answer?"

GInny turned fromhim, words haunting her mind, bringing long lost whispers of the past to her ears. She found her self facing her mirror. she leaned against the table and concentrated on the grain of the wood, rather than face him. There was so much about him she had missed before. He was so Damn Sexy. Like a young Snape (I didn't just think that).

"Well, Ginny Darling, I see you feel for me." He rose and stood behind her, gathering her dark hair in one hand and kissing it. "YOu know i would never feel for you, but, Ah, the terror we could wreck, Just you and I side by side. YOu, the Queen of darkness, with your king. But," He stopped kissing her neck and looked at her reflection. "That's not why you brought me back is it?"

He turned her roughly to face him. She revealed in the pain, his nails sinking into her skin. She rose her face, forcing herself to look him in the eyes. "I-"

"Shh, Little Gin," he whispered, pressing his finger to her lips, then kissing her gently. She hated that nickname. "NO need. You have something i want and I can give you just what you want. you see

The only way to get what you want is

to make him think he doesn't know. To erase his mind."

Ginny frowned at him, resisting the urge to drag him into a long drawn out deep kiss.

"Can you do that?"

Tom smiled down at her. she had always been something of a pet to him. somthing he thought about in those lonely hours with nothing to do but hope she'd remember.

"My dear sweet Ginny, That's what I do,

he pulled her close, whispering sweet temptations as he offered.

It's what I live for, to help Poor unfortunate Gryffindor's like yourself. Poor Girls, with no one else to obssess over."

Tom paused. Why the hell did he have this desire to break into song? and why did he say obsess? what the hell did obsess mean?

Ginny turned from him, watching his reflection in the mirror. "Just why should i trust you?"

Tom was fighting a losing battle with his mouth. Damn Muggle song.

"I admit that in the past i tried to kill you,
They weren't kidding when they called me a Dark Lord,
But you'll find that in your mind I thought for a time Repented, seen the light and made a switch..."

What ever was taking over, Ginny had it too, for she burst in with a Melodic "True?" Damn that girl could sing.

"No,
and you see I Know just the cure Its a talent that i always have possessed.
And dear though you run We'll have a spot of fun For you are miserable lonely and depressed.
Pathetic Poor Unfortunate Girl So Sad, So brave Now I know that you're impressed 'Cause I' rather well dressed Shall I help you?
Yes indeed!"

He twirled Ginny, and she found herself in a glorious ballroom, wearing a beautiful red Gown and mask. Around them danced dozens of others. All in all it looked like a scene from a movie she had once seen called The Labyrinth. Except David Bowie had a much better package.

Tom approached Ginny, clad in a delicately tailored tux.

"YOu poor beautiful girl So nice, So inticing.
Men should flock to your call carting flowers and a ring But the don't And why is that?
Will i help you Yes indeed."

Tom pulled Ginny close to him and whispered in her ear.

"Now it's happened once or twice someone couldn't pay the price and I'm afriad I had to rake 'em cross the coals.
Yes, I've ad the odd complaint But on the whole i've been a saint To you poor unfortunate girls."

Ginny pulled away. "What price?"

"Ih nothing you won't miss. Just your soul."

"My soul?!" Ginny shrieked, dropping his hands and staring disbelieveingly. "What makes you think I'd just give you it?"

"Oh come come, Ginny. What use is it to you. It's nothing!"

Ginny looked at him, border on glare. "If it's nothing, why do you want it?"

Tom just went back to singing.

"Do you really think they want that what's inside?
If you haven't got a soul,
What worries for Heavan ir for hell?
YOu get your man to kiss and I'll give it back with bliss Come on girl don't you want this?

They want girls with looks and braina and those you have in plenty of both But it's you they'll desire when I cast this spell Is it too much to give up Heavan and Hell when the final hero fell CoMe on you poor Unfortunate girl Go ahead, Make your choice I've got nothing left to offer So you can take it or leave it What do you need a measley soul for?"

he genlty lifted Ginny's chin and looked into her eyes.

"If you want to cross the bridge my sweet you've got to pay the toll Take a gulp and take a breathe and say the word."

Ginny looked deep into his eyes.

"Yes."

(A/N sorry this took so long. the song is my version of Poor Unfortunate souls. hope you enjoyed.)