Mistaken

A/N: When I asked her to review my story, fairy-colors kindly obliged and alerted me to the fact that the first chapter was rather…er, shall we say, boring since it didn't have a plot line that interested her…however, I sort of forgot to tell her that this was meant to be a one-shot, and then I decided to continue it, so I never actually changed this chapter to fit. So if you're planning on reading this, please skip to the next chapter and make me happy. :)

This is my first HP fanfiction, so it is obviously my first DG and HH fanfiction, though I do have one based off of Pirates of the Caribbean that you will check out if you are wonderfully nice. :). I want everyone to keep in mind that I am not attempting to write like the brilliant J.K. Rowling but that I am merely borrowing her characters and putting them in my own story. A friend of mine got me started on Draco/Ginny fanfictions (I've always been a Harry/Hermione fan) and she is absolutely brilliant, so check her fanfiction out; her screen-name is writerofdarkness6.

This first chapter is a rewrite of the Chamber of Secrets scene, from Ginny/Tom Marvolo Riddle's point of view. I've got a blot of ideas about continuing this story, but unless I get a lot of positive, nice reviews, I won't. Or just reviews…yeah, that'd make me happy.

I made Ginny (for those of you who might wonder) left-handed in honor of my sister, who will be leaving me for college in August.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter…I do however; own 4 doorknobs and a pink lampshade. I also own this storyline type thing and the Elantras, if they ever come into play.

Ginny was still lying out cold on the smooth stone floor of the Chamber of Secrets, Riddle pacing close to her. She started to stir a bit, her eyes fluttering and left hand twitching, as if she was trying to find her wand. Noticing this, he laughed; a cold, high-pitched laugh that did not seem to suit him at all.

Ginny moved slowly, as if she had a broken rib. The world around her was blurry; everything was splotchy; just little blobs of color. The only thing that Ginny could see clearly was Riddle, who was still laughing.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Riddle said, with a trace of a smirk on his face. "Yet as you get weaker, I grow ever stronger…"

Ginny, with much difficulty, raised her head and tried to find something she could see besides Riddle. So this was the Chamber of Secrets. Well, it wasn't very interesting. All she could see were a pair of large, stone feet and Riddle. She looked closer and found him turning around. He started to talk to what looked like a black glob with something pale and yellowy on top.

"Your father has been very useful," Riddle drawled, nodding to the black-and-pale-yellow splotch. Ginny rubbed her eyes, trying to force the splotch to become clearer. She could see just a tiny bit better. She now saw that Riddle was talking to a person.

"Tell him that he will be rewarded." The person swept from his feet and appeared to depart.

"I wonder where he is," muttered Riddle, glancing at the Chamber entrance. Then there was a hissing sound, and—

Click.

The door started to swing slowly and silently open.

Riddle quickly touched Ginny in places only he knew how to control and she was out cold again. Then he stepped back into the shadows and waited.

Hah. He'd tricked Voldemort into believing that he had left. Knowing he would pay dearly for this later, he inched closer and saw Riddle put Ginny to sleep. She'd certainly held her own against him earlier, firing questions at him and resisting the Imperius Curse shot at her from her own wand, which only pissed him off. There was something about her, this Weasley, this fiery redhead that interested him. He shook his blonde hair out of his eyes, mentally slapping himself for even daring to think such things about her. She was a year under him, and not to mention the fact that she was an

a) Gryffindor

b) Weasley, and

c) friend of stupid, famous Potter.

How could she even like such a—a…

Oh, now this was interesting. Potter had just crawled through the Chamber entrance, and was—wait, he, but—he was making his way quickly cross the stone floor to Ginny.

Ugh! Something inside of him made him want to reach out and take Ginny from Potter's Priceless Arms…

He watched as Potter laid Ginny back down as Voldemort came back into view. He stayed exactly where he was as Potter threw insults at his "master", but the whole time his eyes were glued on Ginny, with only one thought running through his head.

Was she going to die?

Something hit the stone floor, shaking it and making her want to throw up. She was lost in her own world…another one of her "friend" Tom's tricks. This was it. She was going to die. She'd never see her family again; never see her Mum, Dad, Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, or Ron. She' never giggle with Hermione anymore, never blush like crazy when she saw Harry. She tried forcing her eyes open and thought she saw a blonde and black blur.

Malfoy. She would never see Draco Malfoy mock her family, call Hermione "Mudblood", or Harry "Potty". She'd never again come in contact with his pale, pointing, but undeniably beautifully smirking face.

There was an awful scream, and she felt Tom's hold on her lessen slowly. Then she could blink and get up. The feeling came back into her legs; she found her wand in a puddle of a mix of black ink and dark red blood. She spotted a fang, and the black diary, with a sizzling hole burnt right through it.

"Ginny!"

A/N: So that was it. Please review and tell me what you think! And especially if you want me to continue this story.

—Mischa