AN - sorry about the delay and the shortness, just thought you'd rather have something rather than nothing! enjoy!

Chapter 6

Standing in the doorway of his bedchamber Tom saw Ginny curled up on his armchair staring into the fire. Hesitating to break the calm stillness that surrounded her, he held back, silently watching the light of the flames flicker across her face and illuminating the depth of sorrow in her eyes. A slither of annoyance passed through his body and he stepped into the room, eyes focused on his prized possession.

Wary of him as soon as he entered Ginny slowly looked up at him and watched him approach. Once he was close enough she stood and chastely kissed him on the cheek and turned towards the bathroom. Grabbing her arm as she walked past Tom brutally pulled her towards him and threw her onto the chair. Snarling at his loss of self-control, he leaned over her gripping the elegant arms of the chair and blocking any thoughts of escape out of Ginny's mind.

'Are you done playing with me Ginevra?' Tom hissed at her, his eyes starting to glow red. Ginny shivered and slowly shook her head, cursing herself inside, wondering why she seemed to have forgotten her Tom was still Lord Voldemort. 'Is this you giving yourself to me willingly? To love me, to forget about anyone else, to be mine, is that what you are trying to do by your caresses?' His whispers cut through her like a dagger slicing through the vulnerable side of her. Unable to answer those questions Ginny hesitantly repeated her promises, 'I said I was yours willingly Tom, mind, body and soul. I have never broken my word.' Shaking slightly, she raised her hand and wonderingly stroked his cheek, fingers lightly tracing his lips and as she lifted herself up to meet his mouth she whispered, 'just trust me'.

With a deep broken sigh, Tom's arms wrapped around her tightly, as he fiercely ravaged her mouth, taking all she was offering. Feeling himself drowning in her sweetness her pressed his body hard against hers and blood roared through his body as her hand stroked his arms, up towards her neck and gripped his hair as she passionately kissed him back. Gasping for air, Ginny drew back slightly as his eyes locked onto hers and all that could be heard was the desperate panting between them. Ginny could barely hear him as she heard him murmur, 'can I really trust you?'

Frowning slightly she nodded, wondering what else she could say. 'I gave you my word Tom, its all I can promise. You saved my brother's life and this is what I owe you.' His eyes narrowed and his grip tightened as Ginny started to taste the sharp tang of fear in the back of her mouth. 'Is that all this is for you, a debt to pay? You don't feel anything, this wouldn't be of your own accord at all?' Tom harshly spat at her.

Ginny shivered under his gaze and slowly tried to soothe him, 'I have surrendered to you Tom because of my brother, but my actions aren't entirely because of him. I can't deny there is passion between us.' Releasing her, Tom nodded abruptly and walked towards the door. Swiftly swinging his head towards her, Ginny saw the smirk playing on his lips first before his lips opening to utter the last words.

Cruelly smiling at her from across the room, Tom's hand rested on the door handle as he calmly said, 'I'm glad to hear it Ginevra, for your brother is dead, and it would have been a shame if your actions were all for him.'

Her eyes bore holes through the door that had just slammed shut. Refusing to cry, the burning sensation in the back of head slowly converted to cold fury as Ginny rose to the occasion and prepared for war.

Walking down the cold stone corridors, Tom hardly stopped to think about what had just happened. He couldn't let himself appear weak, she had to know who was in control. Passing a crowd of death eaters he hissed instructions at one of them and flung himself into his office and waited with all the patience he could muster. Hearing the knock on the door, Tom looked up to see Lucius grovelling on the floor. Irritated, he snapped at Lucius to stand up and allowed Nagini to slither up to his lap and calm him down.

'I want you to check on Ginevra, Lucius. Make sure she's not harming herself or the room.'

Lucius Malfoy bowed his head and swiftly turning from the room, grinned slightly at Tom Riddle's struggle with human emotions. It was obvious that Fred Weasley's death had been made known to Ginevra, but how, was another question. Sighing to himself, wondering how he been suddenly promoted to care-minder of his Lord's mistress, he entered the bedchamber preparing to find a distraught girl.

Ginny stared at the suave Lucius Malfoy standing by the bed and smiled slowly at his shock at her appearance. His silver eyes passed over her body taking in the seductive dark green crushed velvet robes and her cold eyes betraying no emotion at all. Stepping closer, he noticed there weren't any bags or traces of tears on her face.

Ginny laughed at his confusion, and turned away from him. Gripping the window ledge she harshly laughed and spat out, 'I can control him Lucius, just watch me. I'll have him in the palm of my hands, and then you'll have to deal with me.'