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A/N: Has anyone been watching Celebrity Big Brother? I think Kenzie should win, because he's the youngest and he's the nicest. On with the story anyway. The rabbit thing in the beginning is just a metaphor, I know rabbits don't eat Yorkshire puddings, well, my rabbit doesn't anyway.

CHAPTER EIGHT-

Policy.

Ginny looked at the selection of food that lay before her, deciding that far too much had been cooked for two people. There was a whole range of meat, from duck to beef, a large selection of vegetables, which amused Ginny because she only liked cabbage, and there was two full, round plates of roast potatoes, and to top it off, Yorkshire puddings that could feed five families of rabbits.

Ginny pulled out the chair she usually sat in, across from Tom, who always sat on the left side.

As they began to eat, Ginny noticed Tom staring at her once more.

"You know, people don't usually watch others whilst they're eating, Tom," Ginny stated, cutting into the chicken breast she'd chosen.

"That is because I'm not usual, Ginny," he replied, but he turned back to his food all the same, slightly annoyed that she noticed.

Dessert came, but Tom chose not to have any, opting to watch Ginny's throat as she swallowed the chocolate treacle. He leant back in his chair, clasping his hands together and resting them on his chest. His piercing blue eyes watching Ginny with an intense look, and something else stirring within the blue depths.

Ginny looked up, seeing the look in his eyes, and quickly turned her eyes downwards again. Tom gave a low laugh at her. "Your spirits change in a flash, don't they, Ginny?" he said, a shadowy smile playing on his lips. "Is it the way I look at you, Ginny, that makes your cheeks flush pink?" he was smirking now.

"I'm not blushing," she mumbled, playing with her food.

"Oh, I think you are," Tom said pointedly. "You're still shy, even though I've seen your naked body enough to know it off by heart," he was grinning now. He leant forward and whispered. "Still shy, although you've lain underneath me so many times that you are now expecting my son," he was smiling viciously, enjoying Ginny's embarrassment as her cheeks turned from pink to red.

"I am not shy," Ginny mumbled again. But, Tom continued ignoring her.

"When he is born, you will prepare him for my discipline, Ginny," Ginny stared at him, shocked by his words.

"I am not going to let you harm him," she said, frowning. "I will not let you slap him around until he turns into you, Tom," her voice fierce.

"And what am I?" Tom said, amused by Ginny's misconception, he was going to discipline his magical powers; Tom was going to leave the behavioural discipline to Ginny.

"A cold-blooded murderer," Ginny spat.

"You're quite defensive aren't you, Ginevra?" Tom said, spitefully. "And, he won't need to kill, Ginny," he lowered his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and shadowing them. "By then all opposition will be eliminated," he said in a deadly whisper. Ginny shivered, although the fire was at it's hottest.

Tom sat back, folding his arms across his chest, staring intently at Ginny, who had pushed her plate away from her.

"Knowing the Dark Arts doesn't make you evil, Ginny," he said, pointedly. "It makes you knowledgeable. Remember that," he added, then as an afterthought. "Dumbledore knows the Dark Arts." Tom's face showed heavy disdain at the mention of the Hogwarts headmaster.

"Carrying it out for the sake of murder does make you evil," Ginny remarked.

"I told you before, Ginevra, and I thought you understood," he said, looking at her as though she were stupid. "My followers and I are merely fighting for what we...believe in, that's how you put it wasn't it, Ginny? You said it yourself. So, wouldn't that make the people murdering my followers, evil?"

Ginny didn't answer; she didn't know what to say. She felt like an idiot, she already knew it was pointless arguing with him, because he would always have a good claim to back up his point.

Tom smirked, and continued. "You shouldn't feel sorry for the Muggle scum, Ginny. Shall I tell you what the filth are doing?" he paused, seeing if Ginny was going to argue, but didn't. "All that pollution is caused by them, all those pointless wars; them. Their constant talk of war to bring about peace shows their stupidity, Ginny. Their governments are simply bored with Education Bills and so on, that they decide to interfere with other countries problems, causing more death and more pollution, which will, eventually, kill us all, muggles and magicfolk alike."

Ginny stayed silent, she didn't want to hear it anymore, he'd proved his point too well for Ginny.

"Now, do you understand, Ginny?" he said, seriously. She gave a small nod. "Good. Now, hurry up, I want to go to bed."

(Tom's POV)

I watched her as I undressed. She was lying down with her knees propped up, her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip lightly. She was thinking, hopefully about what I had told her, she needed to understand, properly, why I was doing this. She's been too protected, too mothered to comprehend such things, or to even consider them.

I went to the bed, sitting down, and studying her. She didn't know I was there, watching her breathing, her chest rising and falling slowly. I placed my hands on her knees, and her eyes flew open instantly as I spread them open. I smiled at her, persuading her. I leant over her, settling between her thighs, taking the pressure off her knees and placing my hands on the pillow either side of her head. She couldn't close her legs now. I smirked at this thought.

I leant my face closer to hers to kiss her, but she turned away.

"The baby, Tom," She whispered, wrapping her arms over stomach as if to protect it from me. I knew what she was doing, trying for an excuse. My sweet, little Ginny, how you make me laugh.

"The child will be fine, Ginny, you know that, so don't bother," I said impatiently, leaning in to kiss her again.

I hitched up the silk nightdress she was wearing, past her thighs, and groaned in disappointment; she had underpants of the same material on. I sat up, and pulled them down her legs, and threw them on the floor. Annoying things. I did the same to her nightdress, whispering to her, "it's only fair that you should be naked, Ginny."

I didn't want to waste anymore time, I went back to my previous position, and thrust into her. I know she doesn't like my fastidiousness, but I didn't care, she shouldn't be so resistant. She inhaled sharply, closing her hand into a tight fist. I kissed her neck, then bit down gently on her shoulder. I pushed into her again, and felt her clench around me, a gasp escaping her lips. I moaned quietly into her shoulder, and took the opportunity to slide my tongue into her open mouth, trailing along hers quickly.

It seemed frantic, and with every thrust, there was a desperation lingering in the air.

I ran my tongue slowly along her bottom lip, and then slid back into her mouth, hearing a moan come from her throat as I drove into her. Her mouth tasted of chocolate, the dessert she'd eaten.

I left her mouth, and watched her expression each time I pushed into her. I felt elated at the fact that I was causing these facial expressions, that I was causing her mouth to open with each gasp, and that it was I that was making her skin sweaty.

She cried out as I pushed deeper into her, it seemed as though I could feel her everywhere around me, though I couldn't. She raised her hand like before, but this time she rested it on my shoulder blade. Her soft fingers fluttering against my skin made me want to thrust harder into her, she sighed my name and clutched my back, her nails digging in.

She seemed different; maybe she was enjoying it tonight. Perhaps the child is making her change. Whatever it was, I wish she would be like it more often.

I pressed my lips to hers once more, shifting my hand to settle on her stomach, I stroked her there and she opened her mouth to me, letting my tongue taste hers again. I pushed roughly into her, feeling her clench around me again, and in that instant I went rigid and came inside her once more.

She and I were breathing heavily. I pressed my forehead to hers, and kissed her. Her eyes were half-open, I gave her grin as I pulled out of her and rested beside her. She closed her legs, and I pulled the sheets over us, I didn't want anyone else seeing her naked, only I could.

I pulled her to me and nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent. She was still breathing unevenly, her skin still hot. I left her cold in the morning.

A/N: Phew! I am tired! I am really trying my best here to make the sex scenes as untrashy as possible to a certain degree anyway. Anyway, thanks for your reviews.

Henrietta Potter: I have finished the story, but I haven't typed it up, and whilst I'm typing I tend to change little things. Chapter 9 should take a couple of days, because it's slightly longer, I think, than previous chapters. Thanks for reviewing.

Keep on reviewing, I like reading them as I wait for Part 2 of Chapter 15 DV to come up, I can't wait to see what happens with Tom and Ginny!