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A/N: second chapter. I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter. Next chapter will be better, I promise.


Much to Ginny's shock and surprise, she wasn't thrown into a dungeon or anything similar to a dungeon. It was a large, quite lovely, bedroom.

"Wow." Ginny whispered, gazing around at the beautiful décor of the room. Most of the furniture, except the oak wooden bed frame and the armoire, was dark red.

"You like it? I remember you said in the diary that you love red."

"I love it." Ginny said, before stopping herself and remembering that she was supposed to hate Tom. But she quickly recovered. "I…I mean it's okay…I'd really prefer that you aren't here."

Tom smirked.

"I'll leave you alone for a while. I think that the others will be back soon, I must see how it went. I will be seeing you at dinner, your dress is in the armoire over there." He left without another word. Ginny went over to the armoire to see her dress, she had to admit, she was mildly interested.

The dress was simple-looking but very elegant at the same time. It was a black, strapless dress, made of silk. It was rather tight-fitting and was just above her knees when she tried it on.

"Hello miss." A voice said behind her. It was a house-elf. "My name is Leelee. Master Tom says that Leelee must tell Miss Ginevra that dinner will be served in the dining room promptly at five-thirty."

"Um…thank you."

"Master Tom also say he has news to tell Miss Ginevra."

"Oh. I wonder what it could be?"

"Leelee has no idea, Miss Ginevra."

"You can call me Ginny, I'd much prefer that."

"Of course, anything to make Miss Ginev- Ginny feel right at home." The house-elf squeaked and disappeared with a POP!

"Right at home." Ginny repeated to herself, "I wish."

At five-thirty, Leelee was back to escort Ginny to the dining room.

"Right through there Miss Ginny." Leelee said. Ginny opened the door to the dining room. The table was very long. Tom was sitting at the end. He gestured to a seat beside him. Ginny counted chairs as she walked over to him. Five on each side, one on each end. Why would one person need twelve chairs? She thought bitterly.

"You look lovely." He commented as she sat down. "I suppose you're wondering why I brought you here."

"I'm somewhat curious." Ginny said sarcastically. She sipped her drink, which she thought must be wine.

"I want you to marry me."

Ginny nearly choke.

"Are you insane? You tried to kill me in my first year! Why would I want to marry you?"

"You love me." He said, sounding very sure of himself.

"I don't…and you don't love me."

"And why is that?"

"You just don't."

There was a brief silence, then Tom stood up and pulled Ginny to her feet. Then, without warning, he kissed her roughly on the lips.

To Ginny's own surprise, she didn't pull away…she kissed him back! When they stopped, Ginny felt a bit confused.

"Why-"

"Couldn't help myself. I noticed you enjoyed it too."

"Well…uh…I…"

"Stay here with me. You'll be happier."

"I'd like to…but my family-"

"You don't need them!" he said, cutting her off again.

"But what would Harry think?"

"Potter?" he spat. "He can't really think anything right now. He's dead."

"Dead! You killed him! Bastard! I knew it! I knew I couldn't trust you." She yelled, tears began to form in her eyes. She spun around to run from the room but Tom wrapped his arms around her to keep her from doing so.

"It was one of the deatheaters! And we had to!"

"It was on your order though. How did they do it?"

"If it makes you feel any better, the bloody git didn't go down without a fight. He killed a few of my best followers in the process. And he nearly killed Pettigrew."

"That doesn't make me feel any better."

"Well, that's all I have."

"Why didn't you kill him yourself?" she asked, "Was it too difficult?"

"No! I was too busy saving you from the chaos of the attack."

"He's not dead, he can't be killed that easily."

"I'm not saying I disagree. He could very well be alive. But until I see proof of that, he's dead."

"Harry's alive. I know he is."

"Can we please not mention that name anymore?" Tom snapped.

"Fine. We won't. But he can't be dead. I know it."

"Whatever you want to believe." He said.


One month later…

When Ginny woke up one the morning, for some reason she thought she had been dreaming. But when she opened her eyes and saw Tom lying there asleep, she screamed and fell out of the bed. When she stood back up, cursing under her breath, she saw Tom looking at her, clearly amused.

"You OK?"

"Fine." She muttered, then she realized she wasn't wearing anything. She gasped and covered herself with a blanket.

"I…need to get dressed."

"Then get dressed. Trust me, luv, I saw plenty last night so there's no reason to be embarrassed." Tom said lazily. She knew there was no way to make him leave. Ginny sighed and kept the blanket wrapped around herself as she walked to the armoire and found that there was a complete outfit inside for her. Her clothing fit perfectly and looked great on her. The armoire was charmed to know the clothing sizes of it's owner and what they liked to wear. Today's outfit was nothing incredibly special, just some low-cut jeans and a lavender halter top.

"Narcissa requests that you meet her for lunch today."

"Must I? She loves to criticize me. I hate her."

"It's just lunch."

"When can I see my family?" Ginny asked suddenly. Tom was silent. "Well, when?"

"I…"

"Tom!"

"Well, why do you want to see them? Don't you like it here? I've given you everything you could ever want. And you love me, don't you?"

"I know. But I love my family as well. I miss them."

"I'll see what I can do. But I won't promise anything."

Ginny sighed. As long as he tried, that's all she wanted.

Later that day, she met Narcissa Malfoy for lunch.

"Ginevra, you really should do something about that hair of yours."

Ginny twirled a strand in her fingers. She saw nothing wrong with her hair.

"And, you should tan more too. You're so pale."

Look who's talking Ginny thought. Narcissa was much more pale than Ginny.

"I'm fine with how I am thank you." Ginny replied, then added, "You know, you should really watch what you eat. No offense, but you've gained a bit of weight lately."

Narcissa gasped and looked down at herself. As she did, Ginny smirked slightly but it disappeared when Narcissa looked back up.

"I'd better go, Excuse me. Dreadfully sorry I couldn't stay longer."

"Of course." Ginny said sweetly. When Narcissa was out of sight Ginny rolled her eyes, the woman would believe anything.

"How'd your lunch with Mrs. Malfoy go?" Tom asked afterward.

"Wonderfully." Ginny said, well, wonderfully for me anyway.

"By the way, you'll be seeing your family in three days. You'll stay for the weekend. I've told Wormtail to escort you."

Ginny lit up. She ran and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said, deciding not to complain about Pettigrew, just as long as she could see her family. She kissed Tom and ran upstairs to begin packing.


A/N: Ending right here, but I'll have the next chapter up in a few days. Please review and tell me what you think.