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A/N: Okay, unfortunately next week I won't be posting. This fic will be on hiatus for a week or two, but I promise it'll be better for everyone in the long run. I need to write more and clear up some details in the later chapters before I continue. Sorry!

ElizabethAnne: Can I have your email address so I can send you what I have so far? Like I said above, I'm clearing some stuff up, but I'd like to know what you think!

NailPolishRemover: I'm telling you man, watch the 'Tim McGraw' music video by Taylor Swift. She's Adelé and if you mixed ZQ with the guy in that video you'd get like, the perfect Tom. Gan is NOT like Assef. He's not that…bleah… just no. Love you love you long time!

TheLadyInTheTower: Haha it's funny that you mention Scarlett Johansson. A lot of my friends have recommended her. Look at the review for 'NailPolishRemover' for who I think should play Adelé and Tom. Do you know Zachary Quinto? Sylar from Heroes? That's the ZQ I mention. Thanks for reviewing!!

SlytherinLuver: Yeah, Gan is rather smarmy…or is he?? Ooooh!!! Keep reading chum and all will be explained! (Eventually)

HeavilyBrokenSpirit: Again, sorry to hear about your great grandma. As for Christmas, I had roast rather than turkey, because my brother doesn't like turkey. (Shakes fist) I LOVE TURKEY!! I love you. You review so much…it's like Christmas every week!! :P

Sutrebsyg: Wow, your name is hard to spell. It took me like, twenty tries! Notice that I reviewed your fic too! Thanks for reviewing bud.

Onto chapter 21:

I woke before her, surprisingly enough, and propped myself up on an elbow and tried to memorize every inch of her face. I recalled the last time I saw her, inside Voldemort's mind.

He was victorious. More euphoric then I had ever seen him. I could see everything he could, feel everything he could, but I couldn't control the body. I could even speak to him through our linked minds. It had been fifty years since he…we… first killed our uncle. Fifty years since my personal hell had started. I had decided long ago that were I ever to escape, I wouldn't make the same mistakes that he did. He stood before a crowd of students and teachers, smiling like the loon he was. I looked over the crowd boredly. It didn't make a difference to me either way weather he won or lost. I looked over a bushy haired girl, a red haired boy, and a beautiful girl with burnt auburn hair. My eyes locked on her, and a force I couldn't control pulled us towards her. He staggered forwards a step.

'What are you doing?' Voldemort hissed in his mind.

'Nothing!' I growled back. 'You know I can't control you!' We looked towards the girl again, and staggered forwards another step. Her eyes were wide as she stared at us. Voldemort swallowed hard, and began his shpeil about how the Potter boy was dead, and how he would rule the world and all that garbage. I didn't really listen. He had been running it through his head for half an hour anyways. I kept focoused on the girl, the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. Whoever she was, it wasn't just beauty that I loved her for, it was something deeper.

Ginny stirred, and I smiled. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and ever would see. I couldn't live without her. I wouldn't. She yawned and stretched, blinking her eyes against the bright sunlight streaming through the tall windows.

"Good morning my love." I said to her, kissing her wrist, then twining my fingers through hers.

"Morning." She said tiredly. Someone knocked on the door, and I jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers that I had discarded last night. I looked back at her, and she was holding the sheet up to her chest, sitting up in bed. I pulled open the door and couldn't help but scowl to see Gan. He looked inside and grinned at Ginny. She blushed furiously, and I stepped outside then closed the door behind me.

"Can I help you?" I crossed my arms before me. He smiled, like he always did when he wanted something.

"I would like you to hold a ball in my father's honor." I glared at him.

"You've met all of my death eaters already."

"It won't just be for death eaters. I require that everyone attend."

"Everyone. Huh. Who's everyone?"

"Every wizard and witch in England." I stared at him.

"That's not bloody likely." I snorted.

"Why not?"

"Most wizards and witches in England don't like my organization." He stared at me.

"So don't give them a choice." He said incredulously.

"It doesn't work that way." I said darkly.

"It does for me. Stop being weak, Tom." I lost control of my power for a second, and it knocked him onto his back.

"I AM NOT WEAK!" I roared. The door was yanked open and Ginny appeared outside. She was wearing a t-shirt, thankfully, and a set of jeans.

"What-" She saw Gan on the ground, and turned to me worriedly. "Tom…" She put her hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look at her. She looked into my eyes, and they focoused on her face. I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing. She ran a hand through my hair, and her thumb over my cheek. "Breathe," she chuckled nervously. I took her hand off of my face.

"Thank you." I whispered. Gan was back on his feet. "I apologize, old friend." I said to him.

"It's alright Tom, you just proved my point. I gritted my teeth, and Ginny squeezed my hand soothingly.

"I'll see what I can do about a ball." I ground out. "Now, if you'll excuse us." He nodded, and walked down the hall whistling.

GGGGGGGGGG

I closed the door behind myself, and put a silencing spell on the door. The first thing he picked up was a porcelain vase with tiny moons and stars on it. He hurled it with all his might against the wall, seemingly satisfied with the sound it made. I sunk down the wall letting him run himself out. He next picked up a chair and threw it against the wall, followed by an end table, a few glasses and a glass candle holder which shattered loudly. He stared at the point in the wall that had been hit by all of the objects.

"Are you quite finished?" I asked quietly. He glared at me over his shoulder, and I smiled in spite of myself. I stood up and walked over to him. "You're a good husband," I said, stretching my neck to kiss his jaw.

"Why's that?"

"You hurt things. Not me."

"I'm known for hurting other people, you know." I looked down and didn't answer. I waved my wand and repaired the objects and the wall.

"I love you for who you are, and everything you are." I breathed in his scent, and shivered happily.

"Thank you. That's nice to hear. I love you too."

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He watched as I slipped into a green dress that belled out at the waist but only fell to my knees. He tightened the bodice on the back, and kissed my neck. I turned to do up the black tie he wore over his only white shirt, which I had implored him to buy. Too much black and green in my opinion. I liked the simple look of the black blazer, white shirt and black trousers. I smoothed his shoulders, and let them rest there. He took one of my hands and my waist, and we shuffled from foot to foot, pretending to dance. His beautiful lips curved up in a smile, and I bit my lip, trying to keep myself from jumping him right there.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Actually, don't tell me. I can guess, and we don't have enough time for that right now." I nodded, and grinned. He took my hand and led me out of the room. We walked down the corridors giggling like the teenagers that we were. We parted ways at the main door to the ballroom, then I opened the door to the room, and walked in.

I made my way over to Adelé and grasped her hand.

"Hey!" She said, and hugged me.

"Hey Draco," I said to him, and he gave me a one armed squeeze.

"How are you Weasel?" He asked playfully. I punched his arm lightly.

"Better than you are Ferret. Besides, I'm not a Weasley anymore."

"Being a Riddle doesn't make you any less of a Weasel." I grinned and hugged him fully.

The room fell silent as Rahim walked in, followed by Gan. Tom slipped in the door after the attention had been drawn away from it, and stood beside the wall.

"Good evening, Esteemed servants, Family and friends." Rahim began. I rolled my eyes. My family would not be here. "It is my honor to welcome you all to my ball." I scoffed at him internally. He was a git. A good person and a trustworthy man, but an absolute git. He droned on as I surveyed the room. I was starting to get nervous about who all was here. I noticed the Patil family, Dean, Seamus, and more Gryffindors were all there.

"Who all did Rahim invite?" I hissed to Adele. She shook her head in disbelief.
"Apparantly the entire british wizarding world." She whispered back. "Look." She pointed towards the large doors leading into the ballroom. A flock of redheads entered the room and my stomach dropped. It was my family. I ducked my head and tried to make myself as invisible as possible. I looked up at Tom and Rahim, because he had stopped talking. Tom was whispering hurriedly into his ear. His eyes darted to mine, and narrowed in anger. I was confused. Was he glaring at me? I glanced over my shoulder and swore. Ron was headed straight for me. Tom darted off of the dais, and slid over to me, and Rahim continued talking. Nobody in the room seemed to notice the impending doom heading towards me. I sighed and prepared myself for the clash between my brother and my husband.

A/N: See you in a week or two!

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