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Dinner with Tom

Ginny headed over to the bathroom for a quick shower and then padded over to her closet, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, thankfully one of the few items in the room not green or silver. Her eyes passed longingly over the jeans and t-shirts, contrary to popular opinion Ginny wasn't much of a girly girl - growing up with six brothers did that.

She got to the dress rack and surveyed them in an attempt to find something that wasn't overly formal and with a price tag bigger than her home's. She finally settled on an icy blue silk dress, full length but relatively plain and without decoration. Thankfully it was much simpler than some of the ball gowns she had discovered on the rail.

She slid the dress over her head, the cool silk gliding easily over her skin, and admired the effect in her mirror, the dress flattered her figure enormously. She decided on only a little jewellery; a silver bracelet her mother had given her and a silver necklace with a phoenix symbol, a present from Professor Dumbledore before she had left. She did consider wearing the ring Harry had given her, with their initials intertwined, it was one of her favourites. But she knew if Tom noticed it, as doubtless he would, then he would probably destroy it.

She pulled her hair up into a simple bun, leaving a few curls to frame her face and the only makeup she applied was a shimmery blue eye shadow, mascara and some lip-gloss. She slipped on some strappy silver heels, although she had needed to shrink the heels a bit. Then she took a deep breath, trying to ready herself for the night ahead.

She spun around when she heard the telltale crack of apparation and came face to face with the same house elf who had earlier informed her of dinner. "Master Riddle is telling Mimsy to fetch young Miss for dinner. Miss is to follow me."

Ginny nodded and proceeded to follow after the elf, who led her to the door of the grand dining room she had seen earlier. With an expression of apprehension she pushed open the ornate door and entered the room, once again relieved to see no death eaters present.

Tom was seated at the head of the huge table and there was a place set for her to his right. She gave a little wry smile at the thought of only two eating at a table that could easily fit twenty. The decadence of these people knew no bounds.

Tom stood as she neared her place and grasped her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it gently, "you look exquisite as always Ginevra." She couldn't help the blush that flooded her cheeks at his words, but soon remembered it was Tom Riddle aka Voldemort saying these things to her and her cheeks cooled.

He pulled out her chair and let her sit down first before returning to his own seat - well at least he had some manners, though they seemed a bit redundant in face of the fact that he was a cold hearted murderer.

Once she was seated the first course of the meal, vegetable soup, arrived and the two began to eat in silence. Once they were done with their soup, the bowls vanished to be replaced with grilled salmon, vegetables and new potatoes.

Tom offered her some wine, but she declined and stuck with water. She didn't want to become light headed around him, knowing he would take full advantage of the situation.

They had just started on dessert, a delicious slice of strawberry cheesecake, when Tom finally said something to her. "So, did you enjoy your visit to the library Ginevra?" She nodded, "erm, yes Tom, the collection is rather magnificent.

She concentrated on shielding her thoughts, but hoped that he wouldn't try legilimency on her since he would know she was blocking him. She didn't fancy trying to create an explanation for blocking him that didn't include her plans of training and eventual escape. He merely nodded at her words, though she sensed that he could tell she wasn't being entirely truthful.

The rest of the meal passed in relatively awkward silence and when they were finished eating Tom escorted her back up to her room. Another kiss on her cheek and he was gone.

She entered her room and changed quickly into her nightgown. Climbing into bed she again contemplated her captivity and how much she missed everyone in the Order. With a sigh she fell asleep dreaming of being reunited with her beloved family.

Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual, it can't be helped. Next chapter in a few days as usual.