Getting Around Challenge (Ginny/Tom Riddle Jr.)
"Ginevra." His voice came like silk from his lips.
She had been drawn to him. Drawn like one was to fire – fully aware of the dangers, but unable to pull back. Years she had resisted the temptations, but like all fools she had fallen without concern. Fallen without hesitation. Fallen with grace.
His hands traveled down the side of her face, fingers tickling the strands of red frosted hair. There was a warmth in his touch that Ginny had long craved for. The man standing in front of her grinned with triumph and his eyes glistened with victory. He wasn't the face Ginny had fallen in love with, but she could see the remnants of Tom Riddle in this man.
"Come Ginevra," he spoke, "we must celebrate this victory."
"Yes, My Lord." Ginny nodded, her eyes never leaving him. His hand when to her shoulder, guiding her from the room. As he turned her, Ginny caught sight of the now cold green eyes that still looked onto her with betrayal. She shock them off, instead turning to the vibrant pair to her side.
She followed him. Followed him away from Hogwarts, away from the battle grounds, away from her family, away from her old life. She followed him, knowing that she had chosen the right side.