Alright, first chapter to my first fic. Woooo! So anyways read, Review tell your friends…… please? Also I don't really care if you flame me, because it will be good enough that I get at least 1 review. Ta Ta!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its Characters; otherwise you would all be insanely jealous of me.

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Ginny Oblivious

"Virginia Forsythe Weasley! Get down here right now!"

Ginny Weasley let out a groan, 'It's 8 in the bloody morning, what could I have possibly done to incur her wrath at this time?' Despite her thoughts she rolled out of bed with a sigh and regarded herself in the mirror. "Same old crap hair and boring face, you're so Blah looking…. Perhaps we should change shampoos?" She decided to try and look pensive and seeing how marvelous and intellectual she looked, then tried pouty and then sad and then…

"Virginia! If you don't get going Mum's gonna kill you or worse make you clean Pig's cage, so you'd best get…" Ginny's brother Ron (whom she considers most daft of all her brothers, except for maybe Percy but he's an ass anyway) paused in his warning to his sister and looked at her funny "Gin, what on earth are you doing?"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" She shrieked and Ginny then proceeded to throw many things at her brother in an attempt to get him away from her room. "I'm 15 for Merlin's sake! I deserve my own privacy!"

"Pft, you don't have to have a freak out, geez!" Ron called back while descending the stairs. He also muttered something along the lines of "PMS" and "Girly Hormones" and "Hermione better not turn into that"

When he was gone Ginny let out a sigh of relief, and then begun to get changed. Then turned back to the mirror and begun facial expressions again. She thinking about how to make her worried face without getting any crap wrinkles in her forehead, when a young man of maybe 18 appeared behind her in the mirror.

"You know Ginny love, you really should get going and get your punishment over with" The man said with a twinkle in his blue eyes. "We really don't want you cleaning that retarded pheasants, it would be most unseemly"

She turned around and glared at the young man through the small mirror with dark hair, who was grinning at her "Well Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, I'm sorry for not caring and anyways, what are you doing up? Don't you normally not get up until around noon?"

He just smiled wider and plopped himself on her bed, oddly enough though there weren't any creases on the cover, it seemed as if no weight had been put on the bed at all. "Oh Ginny love, I will always rise when my favorite witch in Europe decides to practice making faces in the mirror. I do need a good laugh"

Ginny huffed at him and turned around and began brushing her hair. In between strokes she noticed that Tom was staring at her through the mirror, so she turned and said "Tom, if you don't stop staring at me liked a crazed rapist stalker this instant, I will be forced to start singing along to the radio!" Tom winced and averted his gaze to stare at some other helpless thing. It's widely known that the Weasley clan was quite tone deaf. Especially the youngest and only female.

Ginny looked quite pleased and Tom only 'hmphed'. Ginny clucked her tongue at him "Oh don't be such a sourpuss, I'll make it up to you and I'll read one of those boring old books For you later" Tom didn't change out of his sulk "Oh come on! I didn't even hurt you…"

The door to her room flung open and in walked Molly Weasley who regarded her daughter with a crazed look in her eye. Easily compared to a rabid mongoose that just got splashed with a bucket of cold water while it was in the middle of a midday nap. "Virginia! I called you down 20 minutes ago! What on earth have you been doing for that span of time? School starts in 3 days and we need to get your supplies but here you are leaving your poor mother…" and thus started the guilt trip. Ginny, who was accustomed to these, just zoned out while her mother was talking.

"And another thing we need to get you new robes, that Dean Thomas will be looking at you and we should spare a few sickles for an early birthday present don't you think? Dean is rather fit wouldn't you say? I bet he could go for a very long time, very nice arms that boy" Molly paused a moment and smiled wistfully, imagining her own young years.

Ginny at the mention of new robes had snapped to attenti0on but was beginning to regret that idea. She was pretty sure her face was appalled because she could have sworn she heard Tom snicker behind her.

"Anyways, get that young toushy of yours moving we are leaving in half an hour" As Molly went to leave she turned and paused for a moment "Ginny dear, who on earth were you talking to? It is never a good thing when ever I heard Ron talking in his room. I do hope you aren't going insane dear, you're not supposed to do that until you get married." With a chuckle at her own joke, Molly left, leaving Ginny feeling disgusted.

Tom turned to her looking amused "Really Ginny love, it is your own fault. Sleeping in on a shopping day, not taking in your idiot brother's warning and then talking to me in out loud, Tsk, I'm surprised they haven't sent you to St. Mungos yet. I mean having conversations with a figment of your imagination. It is right sad; I think you truly may be overstepping the boundaries of sanity." He Got up from the bed and patted Ginny on the shoulder. "Buck up girl, I'm sure you'll be fine, although I highly recommend not being mean to me any more, I do have Karma on my side."

Ginny stared blankly at him a moment. "What in the name of all pants is Karma?"

Tom sighed, only Ginny would miss the entire insult of what he just said and focus on one word. "Karma is the total effect of a person's actions and conduct during the successive phases of the person's existence, regarded as determining the person's destiny" Seeing Ginny look bewildered he finalized "It's a Muggle thing"

Ginny began giggling, the thought of Tom Riddle, the young You-Know-Who AKA Voldemort, the dark lord of everything mean and nasty, the guy who hated all muggles with a passion, was using a muggle term. Although she wasn't really sure what Karma was still she did find it a hoot that Tom knew what it was.

Tom glared at her "You should get going, you know so you don't look any more like a drowned rat than you have to. We may as well make you a drowned rat with pretty clothes and mediocre books."

Either Ginny ignored the 'drowned rat thing' or it passed right over her head, but as she turned to leave she whirled around and yelled "HYPOCRITE" pointing at him, then cackling and sprinting down the stairs.

Tom sighed an annoyed sigh, shook his head and disappeared. Taking rest inside Ginny's mind again. It got more and more awful every year. Ginny was becoming more infatuated with boys and clothes and god knows what. He was beginning to regret ever taking rest in the mind of this girl. Oh well another year, another 365 days to plan his escape, join up with his older self and destroy Potter and Dumbledore.

(AN: And that's my first fanfic. Tell me what you think and the like. I'd like at least a little feedback. Also this will be a Draco/Ginny humorous romance…. At least as funny as I get. It may be Tom/Ginny we'll have to see.)

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AKA: Mo