Hello All! Sorry it's taken so long to update. This chapter is short, but I will be putting up another one later today! (Or tomorrow) Thanks to those who reviewed, yes eventually this will be a True Tom/Ginny, Voldermort/Ginny -(major foreshadow here) story. AND NOW CHAPTER TWO!
Disclaimer; I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, IF I DID WHY WOULD I POST HERE? HOWEVER THE PLOT IS MINE AND THE SPELLS IN HERE ARE ALL MINE...MWAHHAHAHAHHA…..
ON WITH THE STORY…
Oh yeah and this means thought.
Ginevra Weasly was not an easily shakable witch, however the current situation called for an exception; Ginny was terrified. After waking in her four poster bed screaming, Ginny took a shower to calm down. As the cool water poured on her face she began to relax. Slowly she replayed the nightmare remembering every detail of it. That's it. It was just a nightmare. She forced herself to relax. A very realistic nightmare. Grabbing the shampoo Ginny squeezed some into her hand and began working it into lather.
"Are you sure it was just a dream Pet?" The bottle clattered to the floor as Ginny fainted.
Laughter filled the chamber as Ginny opened her eyes. Squeezing them shut again she began rubbing the obnoxiously large knot on the back of her head. Bullocks. She growled as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Groaning she looked around and spotted Tom, just a dream, she repeated almost fearfully.
Tom stopped laughing and cocked his head toward the younger witch. "Just a dream," he mused softly. "No I don't think so darling." Pushing himself away from the wall he advanced toward her.
Ginny blinked and looked up, starting when Tom dropped down beside her. Catching her arm Tom lightly ran his fingers through her hair, pausing at the bump. After a moment he pulled away sighing gently. Looking up he met her eyes. "Although it's amusing to see you fall for me time and again, you may want to consider a bit more caution pet." The last part was a drawl, "I wouldn't want to see you get hurt." He whispered into her hair.
Ginny's voice was hard. "Why would you care Lord Voldermort?" Her voice became almost bitter, "You already tried to kill me once." She turned her head away from his liquid gaze so he wouldn't see the pain.
Tom chuckled but didn't respond. Pulling himself up he turned away from Ginny to study the face of Salazar Slytherin. Realizing he wasn't her Ginny studied him. She had to admit as far as psychotic homicidal maniacs went, he was handsome. Tall and slim his narrow shoulders made him look rather strong. If he turned around, Ginny knew she would see his hollow cheeks, liquid green eyes, and his lips. Thing strong lips she thought.
Tom glanced back smirking at Ginny. Ginny gasped realizing he had heard her last thought. It seemed only an instant later he was standing right in front of her. Ginny gasped in surprise as his smirk returned. His voice was soft and his breath was warm on her lips. Do you want me? His voice projected directly into her mind.
Ginny gasped as Tom kissed her. The kiss was deep but ended quickly. "You know little pet you may want to consider waking up now." Tom began circling her like a predator.
Ginny turned to keep him in view. "You're really here aren't you?" Her voice was small and defeated.
Tom reached around Ginny's waist and pulled her to him. Pressing himself flush with her chuckled softly at her wide eyed expression. "As real as you are." He kissed her again before pulling back a few inches. His voice was a sultry whisper, "Now wake up."
