Tragic
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were true, I don't own Tom Riddle. At that, I don't own anything mentioned in this fic. The plot, characters, etc. from Harry Potter all belong to JK Rowling, who is definitely not me, of course. And for this chapter, the song 'Kokoro (the Words I Feel) also does not belong to me, but rather two its writer, Yasunori Mitsuda.
I've been on quite a Tom/Ginny kick recently, so this is a product of my new obsession, because I've turned into a complete T/G shipper. I just had to write one, myself. :D But anyway, warning for angst. This ship isn't exactly the happiest out there. But now, enjoy!
'I've been watching you a while
Since you walked into my life
Monday morning, when first I heard you speak to me
I was too shy to let you know.
Much too scared to let my feelings show.
But you shielded me and that was the beginning.
Now at last we can talk
In another way
And though I try, I love you,
Is just so hard to say
If I only could be strong
And say the words I feel
My bleeding heart begins to race
When I turn to see your face
I remember that sweet dream
Which you told to me
I wanted just to be with you
So we could make the dream come true
And you smiled at me and that was the beginning
Now at last we can talk
In another way
And though I try, I love you,
Is just so hard to say
If I only could be strong
And say the words I feel
Tell me what you're thinking of
Tell me if you love me not
I have so much I long to ask you
But now the chance has gone
When your picture fades each day
In my heart the memory stays
Though we rant, you're always smiling
And I will hold it long.' -- 'Kokoro (the Words I Feel); Yasunori Mitsuda / Joanne Hogg
"I'll be fine."
"Ginny, are you sure? I mean--"
"Hermione," Ginny forced out, feigning a tone of sincerity through her gritted teeth, "I will be fine."
Hermione's gaze could see right through her. Ginny knew it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hermione snapped her gaze away from Ginny and stormed away without another word, leaving Ginny alone, standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, the candlelight along the walls highlighting the tears that began cascading down her reddened cheeks, sparkling tragically and falling in the dim, golden light.
She suddenly felt very vulnerable, shivering as she stood there stiffly. Ginny wrapped her arms around each other and quickly headed out of the common room, her feet quickly scrambling up the stairs and into her dorm. She let out a quick sigh of relief, her eyes finding no trace that anyone had stayed behind in the dorm for the night.
She'd have it all to herself-- for a little while, at least.
But something still seemed completely wrong. She suddenly felt that the room was too empty and dark, this time around. It brought back a surge of memories from the year. Biting down on her lip, Ginny shook her head quickly and rushed toward her bed, the pale moonlight shining in from the windows guiding her path. She collapsed upon the familiar bed, clinging to one of her pillows, and burying her face in its soft fibers. She let out a loud sniffle and gazed up from her pillow, her wistful gaze staring off into empty space.
"Tom," her voice barely managed out in a whisper.
Even saying his name was hard. She could feel her chest quiver, as though her heart truly had shattered into many pieces. Ginny desperately rubbed at her eyes, pushing the tears off of her cheeks roughly.
Why was this happening? Why did she feel this so strongly?
No. She knew better.
Ginny felt as though her body was suddenly paralyzed; the tears had ceased flowing from her eyes, if even for that short moment.
"This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong!"
Ginny buried her face into her pillow once again, desperately battling with her own emotions. She took in a quick breath and rolled over onto her side, some restless movements building up inside of her.
"I can't--"
She couldn't manage out much more than the quick phrase, her tears choking back down her words-- or perhaps, her mind wouldn't let her say anything for a reason.
Ginny Weasley experienced this fight too many times over-- her heart battling with her mind. All logic warded her away, but every emotional tie she had pulled her closer-- to Tom.
"No, no, no!"
Every time she'd convinced herself that it was wrong, her heart told her that something was right.
"I can't! No!"
Ginny tried stifle her desperate cries, clinging to the top blanket on her bed. She could almost hear Tom's taunting voice again, that familiar ring of affectionate humor always present in it.
You sure are squirming a lot today, Ginevra.
A small smile somehow managed to creep over Ginny's features at the voice that echoed distantly in her mind. No matter how hard it was to say his name-- no matter how much logic and reason went against any kind of fond emotion for Tom-- she still felt comfort in his memory, in the sound of his voice that she could so clearly remember.
She could remember the little details about Tom, painting a picture of him inside her heart easily.
Despite the tragedy surrounding everything, she could remember Tom and the time she was able to spend with him. She felt so connected to him, even then.
She would always keep his memory close. Against all logic and reason, her heart would never allow his memory to fade.
Under any circumstances.
A/N: Short little opening to 'Tragic.' Don't worry, most other chapters should be longer than this one. Next chapter should be up soon, and it'll be more interesting than this one. XD Look for it very soon! Oh, and R&R, if you would please.