And the Dark!Ginny plot bunny just keeps on multiplying! Seriously, I'm amazed at the response to what was supposed to be a simple, if kinky, one-shot. Thanks for the support, guys!
Disclaimer: If I owned Tom Riddle, the Wizarding world would be quite safe...heh heh heh...
Rough hands grabbed Ginny as soon as she rematerialized back at Riddle House, and pulled her into a searing kiss.
"Well, hello to you too, darling." Ginny drawled as she pulled away from her amorous husband. "Miss me?"
Tom smiled wolfishly at her. "Every second you're away from me, my love." he whispered. "Now, I was thinking a long, slow, all-day-and-all-night celebration of our Hogwart's victory, mmm?"
Ginny sighed and closed her eyes as Tom nuzzled her neck, flicking a favourite spot behind her ear. "I think I can agree to that." she murmured.
Tom broke away smiling from the porcelain expanse and led her over to stand beside their new double king sized bed. The couple had found that they quite enjoyed the space, both for their more enthusiastic midnight romps and simply laying together while a Death Eater representative apprised them of the affairs of the empire. However, the last bed they owned had come to a rather amusing end. Ginny had decided that it might be exciting to make love in a circle of fire but, in a fit of passion, forgot to cast an anti-burning spell; as a result, while the lovers slept (safely warded) the bed had charred and disintegrated around them. Tom had been decidedly unamused with his wife, but Ginny had managed to deflect the blame onto a nearby house elf, screeching that it should've smelt or seen the fire and extinguished it The elf was thrown out of the house and Ginny and Tom celebrated their cruelty by making love again in the ashes.
"What's so funny?" Tom murmured from a kneeling position as he patiently undid the seemingly endless row of buttons in his wife's robe.
Ginny shook her head. "Just remembering what happened to the last bed." She looked down at her husband's face, cupping it in her hands. "The ashes?" she whispered, knowing that the memory of their most passionate night on record would send his patience flying out the window.
Tom smirked and ripped the rest of Ginny's robe off. "You know, slow is definitely over-rated." he growled as he picked his wife up and launched her onto the new bed.
Ginny giggled as she landed and proceeded to spread herself out around the bed, much to Tom's delight. "But, sweetheart, I thought you were going to distract me." she mock pouted.
"Sex now, distractions later." he demanded, as he came to hover over top of her. "I've got some energy to burn off."
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10 orgasms, 5 broken windows, and 1 brief pause as the bed's legs collapsed until the stress of two unnaturally ardent lovers, Ginny found herself quite sated. And a little sore. 'I still don't know why he insists on that...' she mused, hands skimming idly over her red sides. 'At least I got him back, though.'
It was true. Beside her, Tom groaned as his hands tried vainly to undo the knotted muscle in his shoulders. "Virginia." he whined. "Why exactly did you have to start choking me?"
"Because." Ginny answered tiredly as she rolled over to face her husband. "You know I hate being tickled and yet you did it anyway." She smirked and placed a gentle kiss on his collarbone. "At least I didn't give you a black eye like I did Ron."
Tom laughed hoarsely as he pulled himself up into a half-seated position. "What's old Ronnikins up to these days anyway?"
"Well, he said in his last owl that Padma and our niece are both doing nicely." she answered casually. "Would you believe that she's killing lawn gnomes already? A little 4-year-old." She and Tom shared a proud look before bursting into loud chuckles.
Tom sighed contentedly. "I still can't believe your family actually approves of us." he said, lovingly caressing Ginny's forehead as she laid her head down on his muscular chest. "And that they all turned out to be so useful."
"And, of course, introducing a little bit of Imperial influence didn't hurt at all. Besides, Fred and George have been like that all their lives." Ginny said thoughtfully. "Just now, instead of annoying Mom with stink bombs, they're seriously pissing off ministry officials with false information and funny wards. And Percy was just looking for an excuse to avenge all those 'Weatherby' jokes that Fudge started." She sighed. "Too bad Ron was so squeamish about betraying Potter. He really could've made a great mole at Hogwart's."
"Well, I'd say Malfoy junior did that well enough." Tom said. "How are your parents, anyway? In their last owl, Molly was worried about your father."
Ginny frowned. "I think his memory is starting to get a bit dodgey. All that time out in the Burrow with no Muggle crap to play with must've bored him to death. At least mum has Bill and Charlie to help her." She sat up suddenly at looked curiously at her husband. "We kept St. Mungo's open, right?" she asked worriedly.
Tom smiled gently and re-enveloped his wife into a loving squeeze. "Of course, but just for purebloods. We have to keep up sanitary conditions, you know."
"Oh thank Merlin." Ginny sighed. "At least there he'll have some competent care."
"He'll have the best care." Tom corrected gently. "But we don't know anything for sure, so why worry?" He tilted Ginny's face up to meet his and smiled mischievously. "Hey. Remember Potter's face when he saw the sword?" he said, maniacal glint making his eyes sparkle.
Ginny grinned. "You're such a sucker for dramatic irony." she teased.
Tom grinned back. "And remember old Dumb-as-a-door?" he asked. "'elp! 'elp! The Pixies stole my hat! 'elp!'" he shrieked, comically waving his hands around his head.
The two collapsed into a belly-laughing heap. "And did you see the look on Harry's face when Draco took off his mask?" Ginny reminded. "'No! My one! True love! How could I have been so blind?!'" She punctuated her words by pressing a dramatic hand to her forehead and leaning back until she was almost bent over backwards, until her laughter forced her to double forward into Tom's mirth-shaken arms.
"Ow!" Tom hissed suddenly, hand flying to his neck. "I think I pulled something. Again."
Suddenly, Ginny sensed her opportunity. "Here." she said, gently rolling her lover onto his stomach. "I used to get these all the time during training, and Pansy would always do this to make me feel better." She gripped Tom hard around the base of his neck and began pushing her flattened hands out towards his shoulders.
Tom groaned happily. "Have I told you lately how lucky I am that I saw you on Death-Eater-in-Training inspection that day?" he murmured.
"Not in the last 24 hours." Ginny answered smugly. "I remember that night so clearly: we spent so much time fooling around that I almost missed the window back into the school."
"But I gave you my Invisibility Cloak and an earth-shattering orgasm and I knew it was love." Tom sighed sleepily. "I knew then that you were the only one who could rule by my side."
Suddenly, a pang of guilt arose in Ginny at what she was about to do, and she had to be quite stern with herself. 'It's the only way you're ever going to find out where you gift is, so get your head in the game Weasley-Riddle.' she lectured herself. 'Besides, are you going to let Bella be the only one who's tied up and made him beg for it?' The last comment worked and Ginny licked her lips hungrily as she put her hands back to work.
"Why'd you stop?" Tom complained, trying to turn around under Ginny's legs.
"Shhhh." she answered, forcing his head back to the mattress. "Just relax and let me take care of everything. She pressed her lips to the sensitive spot between his shoulder blades and reveled in the sharp intake of breath. "I love you. You know that, right?"
"Of course I do, and I love you, too. What's gotten into you, Virginia? You're ne-"
Tom's last sentence was cut short by a sharp elbow connecting with his temple. "Sorry, love." Ginny whispered. "But I know you'd just bounce a spell right off." She sighed, tucked a wisp of hair back into place behind his ear and levitated him off the bed. "We'll have fun!" she said brightly as she and her comatose husband exited the bedroom and Apparated to one of the basement torture rooms. Gently laying his limp form on the shag carpet, Ginny straightened and muttered a quiet spell to activate the chains, which instantly sprang to life and wrapped themselves around Tom's wrists and ankles, pulling him upward.
Ginny smiled at her handiwork and twirled her wand happily. "Alright, sleepyhead. Enervate!"
Instantly, Tom's head shot up and his body bucked against the restraints. "Whoever has done this will pay!" he roared, eyes only beginning to focus through the shooting pain.
"Now, now. That doesn't give me much incentive to let you go." Ginny chided.
"Virginia?" Tom asked, startled. "What is the meaning of this? If I knew you wanted to do this, I would've suggested it hours ago! Why did you knock me unconscious?"
But Ginny gave no indication that she had heard him. "Now, you thought you could hide something from me, something very valuable. I want to know where it is." she said calmly.
Tom raged against the chains once more. "Let me down this instant, Virginia, and I won't hurt you." he growled.
Ginny smiled patronizingly. "I'm the only person in the world who can tell when you're lying, Tom. I know you plan on hurting me quite a bit." She walked over to him and ran a hand down his flat stomach but veered teasingly left and continued down his thigh. "Give me the information and I can turn this into something quite pleasant." she whispered seductively, hot mouth trailing light kisses across his midsection.
Tom groaned, and leaned reflexively into her touch before regaining his control. "I'm not telling you a thing, love." he spat out. "Not after this stunning lack of respect for my love and power."
Ginny frowned. "Well then. We're just going to have to make sure you can't move for awhile once I've learned what I need to know." she said, folding her arms across her chest as she stepped back from her husband's livid form.
"You don't have what it takes to do that to me." Tom sneered. "You love me too much, I can feel it."
"Really?" Ginny answered, arching a graceful eyebrow. "Is that what you think?"
Tom nodded, and blew her a pouty kiss.
Ginny sighed dreamily as she stepped over to Tom. "You're right. I could need hours to get up to that level, so why don't we just start now." She locked her fiery eyes with his as she deftly manipulated her wand to point at his feet. "Incendio."
There's only going to be one chapter after this, a sort of epilogue to get Tom and Ginny back into their version of marital bliss and we finally get to see what the gift is!
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