TITLE: J'adore
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: Ginny/Tom Romance
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
SUMMARY: After writing my first Slasher fic, "Thank God for Spitballs", I offered to write short fics about any couple for anyone. My friend Nora requested one for Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle. So, here it is!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, I did this for Nora, so you can't sue!
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Ginny hurried to the office of Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. She knew she had to tell him what she had overheard. She ran through the clumps of students that were patiently walking to their next class. As she bumped and ran into some of her classmates, they shot her looks and mumbled about her "paranoid behavior". Ginny ignored these remarks and continued to run to see her advisor. At last, she reached the door.
"Pixie-sticks," she huffed at the statues that guarded the Headmaster. The doors opened, and Ginny stepped in.
A bright red bird began to welcome Ginny as she stepped in.
"Hello, Fawkes."
"Ginny?" A voice cam from behind the desk.
"Professor, I've just heard some disturbing news that I think you should be informed about. Draco Malfoy was-"
"Please," Dumbledore interrupted, "I've just been informed that Minister Cornilius Fudge is coming to discuss some recent Muggle attacks. Can this wait?"
Sighing, Ginny nodded her head. "Yes, sir."
Dumbledore nodded. "Good girl. We can talk later, yes?"
"Yes sir."
Dumbledore smiled, and left.
Ginny Weasley was alone in the large room. Scanning the shelves in her curious manner, she caught sight of a light. It was coming from a cupboard of some sort. She was drawn to it, and slowly, she moved to it.
Carefully , she opened the cupboard, and found what created the light. It was a triangular pyramid, only about four inches high. It was a clear glass, and inside was water, which created a magnificent rainbow. Ginny's curiosity got the best of her, and she picked up the prism.
Suddenly, Ginny was no longer in Professor Dumbledore's office. She was in Hogwarts, but in room she had never seen before. It was strange, cold, and dark. Four beds were in the room, and four trunks at the ends of each bed. And along the posts of each bed, there was a long animal, carved into the wood. A snake.
The doorknob turned, and Ginny panicked. She ran behind a trunk and hid.
A boy walked into the room, around Ginny's age. He was tall and dark, very dark. He was quiet, didn't make a sound except when he closed the doors. He fell onto the bed Ginny was hiding behind, but didn't notice the red-head. He sighed, and cursed.
"Damn Potions Master. Failing me. What an asshole."
Ginny smiled. She liked him already. At least he wasn't a stuck-up Slytherin. She laughed at the thought of being in a Slytherin room.
The boy sat straight up. He had heard Ginny laugh.
"Who's there?" He asked, standing up. "I warn you, I'm excellent at curses. I-I could kill you!"
Ginny shrieked and stood up. "I'm so sorry! I don't even know how I got here, it was a mist-"
The boy held up a hand to signify he wanted silence. Ginny closed her mouth, and lowered her head. "I'm really sorry about this," she whispered.
He walked closer to her. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Ginny."
He smiled at her. "I like that name. Where did you come from? I've never seen you at school before. What year are you in?"
Ginny tensed again. "Actually, I don't know how I got here. I was in Dumbledore's office, and I touched this triangle thingy, and suddenly, I was here. I-I don't know how to get back."
The boy smiled calmly at her. Ginny smiled back. "I'm sorry I happened to get here."
He pointed to his bed, and said to her, "Please, sit down. We'll try to work this out, okay?"
Ginny's smile grew. She didn't know why, but this person seemed so harmless, and though she had just met him, she trusted him more then she trusted herself. His smile and manner he treated her with was just pleasant, and she felt safe with him. So, she sat down.
"Okay Ginny. Now, tell me one more time what happened."
Ginny cleared her throat. "I was in Headmaster Dumbledore's office, informing him about some disturbing news, when-"
"Wait! Ginny? You much be mistaken. You just said Dumbledore was Headmaster!"
Ginny cocked her head and looked at the boy questionably. "Well, yes. He is Headmaster." She laughed, and joked, "What time period are you from?!"
The boy wasn't amused. "The day that idiot is Headmaster, is the day Muggles are interesting."
Ginny stood up and put her hands on her hips. "And WHAT, may I ask, is wrong with Muggles?"
"Oh, c'mon!" laughed the boy. "You can't be serious! You're Slytherin. You know perfectly well that Muggles and Mudbloods are no-good and should be wiped off this world! All we need, is someone strong enough and brave enough to go through with it."
Ginny's mouth gaped. "I'm NOT in Slytherin! And one of my close friends happens to be a Muggle-born! How dare you say that about her! She's a good person, just like I thought YOU were!"
The boy also got angry. "If you're not in Slytherin, what house ARE you in?"
"GRIFFINDOR!" screamed Ginny, who's body was just as red as her hair with anger.
He sighed, and mumbled, "Why does everyone I like have to be in Gryffindor?!"
"Now you're against Gryffindors?! What is WITH you? Why are you so prejudice?" Ginny threw her hands up in the air. "Forget it. I don't care. Just...just take me to Dumbledore. I want to go home."
He boy nodded. "All right, Gin." He held his hand out. "C'mon, let's go."
"Wait," she said. "You never told me your name."
"Tom," the boy smiled. "Tom Riddle.
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I hope you guys enjoyed that. If you'd like me to continue, email me at lordsbecca@yahoo.com :)
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: Ginny/Tom Romance
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop me a line!
SUMMARY: After writing my first Slasher fic, "Thank God for Spitballs", I offered to write short fics about any couple for anyone. My friend Nora requested one for Ginny Weasley and Tom Riddle. So, here it is!
**DISCLAIMER: Roses are red, violets are blue, I did this for Nora, so you can't sue!
^*^*^
Ginny hurried to the office of Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts. She knew she had to tell him what she had overheard. She ran through the clumps of students that were patiently walking to their next class. As she bumped and ran into some of her classmates, they shot her looks and mumbled about her "paranoid behavior". Ginny ignored these remarks and continued to run to see her advisor. At last, she reached the door.
"Pixie-sticks," she huffed at the statues that guarded the Headmaster. The doors opened, and Ginny stepped in.
A bright red bird began to welcome Ginny as she stepped in.
"Hello, Fawkes."
"Ginny?" A voice cam from behind the desk.
"Professor, I've just heard some disturbing news that I think you should be informed about. Draco Malfoy was-"
"Please," Dumbledore interrupted, "I've just been informed that Minister Cornilius Fudge is coming to discuss some recent Muggle attacks. Can this wait?"
Sighing, Ginny nodded her head. "Yes, sir."
Dumbledore nodded. "Good girl. We can talk later, yes?"
"Yes sir."
Dumbledore smiled, and left.
Ginny Weasley was alone in the large room. Scanning the shelves in her curious manner, she caught sight of a light. It was coming from a cupboard of some sort. She was drawn to it, and slowly, she moved to it.
Carefully , she opened the cupboard, and found what created the light. It was a triangular pyramid, only about four inches high. It was a clear glass, and inside was water, which created a magnificent rainbow. Ginny's curiosity got the best of her, and she picked up the prism.
Suddenly, Ginny was no longer in Professor Dumbledore's office. She was in Hogwarts, but in room she had never seen before. It was strange, cold, and dark. Four beds were in the room, and four trunks at the ends of each bed. And along the posts of each bed, there was a long animal, carved into the wood. A snake.
The doorknob turned, and Ginny panicked. She ran behind a trunk and hid.
A boy walked into the room, around Ginny's age. He was tall and dark, very dark. He was quiet, didn't make a sound except when he closed the doors. He fell onto the bed Ginny was hiding behind, but didn't notice the red-head. He sighed, and cursed.
"Damn Potions Master. Failing me. What an asshole."
Ginny smiled. She liked him already. At least he wasn't a stuck-up Slytherin. She laughed at the thought of being in a Slytherin room.
The boy sat straight up. He had heard Ginny laugh.
"Who's there?" He asked, standing up. "I warn you, I'm excellent at curses. I-I could kill you!"
Ginny shrieked and stood up. "I'm so sorry! I don't even know how I got here, it was a mist-"
The boy held up a hand to signify he wanted silence. Ginny closed her mouth, and lowered her head. "I'm really sorry about this," she whispered.
He walked closer to her. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Ginny."
He smiled at her. "I like that name. Where did you come from? I've never seen you at school before. What year are you in?"
Ginny tensed again. "Actually, I don't know how I got here. I was in Dumbledore's office, and I touched this triangle thingy, and suddenly, I was here. I-I don't know how to get back."
The boy smiled calmly at her. Ginny smiled back. "I'm sorry I happened to get here."
He pointed to his bed, and said to her, "Please, sit down. We'll try to work this out, okay?"
Ginny's smile grew. She didn't know why, but this person seemed so harmless, and though she had just met him, she trusted him more then she trusted herself. His smile and manner he treated her with was just pleasant, and she felt safe with him. So, she sat down.
"Okay Ginny. Now, tell me one more time what happened."
Ginny cleared her throat. "I was in Headmaster Dumbledore's office, informing him about some disturbing news, when-"
"Wait! Ginny? You much be mistaken. You just said Dumbledore was Headmaster!"
Ginny cocked her head and looked at the boy questionably. "Well, yes. He is Headmaster." She laughed, and joked, "What time period are you from?!"
The boy wasn't amused. "The day that idiot is Headmaster, is the day Muggles are interesting."
Ginny stood up and put her hands on her hips. "And WHAT, may I ask, is wrong with Muggles?"
"Oh, c'mon!" laughed the boy. "You can't be serious! You're Slytherin. You know perfectly well that Muggles and Mudbloods are no-good and should be wiped off this world! All we need, is someone strong enough and brave enough to go through with it."
Ginny's mouth gaped. "I'm NOT in Slytherin! And one of my close friends happens to be a Muggle-born! How dare you say that about her! She's a good person, just like I thought YOU were!"
The boy also got angry. "If you're not in Slytherin, what house ARE you in?"
"GRIFFINDOR!" screamed Ginny, who's body was just as red as her hair with anger.
He sighed, and mumbled, "Why does everyone I like have to be in Gryffindor?!"
"Now you're against Gryffindors?! What is WITH you? Why are you so prejudice?" Ginny threw her hands up in the air. "Forget it. I don't care. Just...just take me to Dumbledore. I want to go home."
He boy nodded. "All right, Gin." He held his hand out. "C'mon, let's go."
"Wait," she said. "You never told me your name."
"Tom," the boy smiled. "Tom Riddle.
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I hope you guys enjoyed that. If you'd like me to continue, email me at lordsbecca@yahoo.com :)