Ginny. . .
The word is a gentle whisper.
Ginny.
She can feel breath on her cheek. Even in her sleep, the sensations are sharp and all too familiar.
Dear, sweet Ginny.
She frowns slightly, confusion swimming through her sleep-clouded mind. She turns onto her side, pressing her ear into the pillow to drown out the sound.
Wake up, my dear.
She is drifting towards consciousness now, clenching her eyes shut to avoid returning to the waking world.
Ginny.
Light laughter rings in her ears. The sound is familiar and she can no longer ignore it. Her eyes flutter open as a feather light touch creeps along her spine. She remembers long, thin fingers as cold as ice. A pair of deep, dark, enchanting eyes.
And the sleeping beauty awakens at last.
The ghostly touch moves to her hip. She tenses slightly. Closes her eyes. Maybe this is all just a dream. It has to be. He has been gone for over 3 years. She opens them again. The chilling sensation is moving over the tops of her thighs, making her blood pound in her veins and her heart race.
Your prince has come once again.
"Tom," she whispers into the air. Her breath is short and the word is more like a sigh.
That's right Ginny.
His other hand caresses her stomach, moving toward her breasts.
"What–What are you doing here?"
I should think it is quite obvious.
Cool lips against the tender flesh of her neck. Slowly, hesitantly, she moves her hand to where his lays on her abdomen. It is solid and as cold as ice beneath her touch. How can this be happening?
"But–you're gone. Ha-Harry killed you."
His hand is moving higher on her leg, making it hard to think, let alone to speak.
Did you really think he could keep me away from you?
"But you–you tried to kill me."
She really should be moving his hands off of her. How can she let him still have this effect on her? How weak is she?
I did what I thought I had to do, Ginny. It was a mistake. I have seen my future, what I become. And I hate it.
Her heart aches for him. She takes his hand, lacing her fingers through his, and turns to her other side, facing him.
Seeing him again after all this time takes her breath away. The same high cheekbones, piercing eyes, pale skin as smooth as glass.
"How can this be happening?"
I can't explain it to you Ginny. But I worked very hard to return to you. Ginny, I need your help. I want to change.
She kisses his lips.
Will you help me?
He holds her tightly to him.
"Of course, Tom. I would do anything for you."
Thank you Ginny.
She doesn't see him smile.
