Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.

A/N: Also, thanks for the reviews, and Merry Christmas to everyone. Black111star, I know it's horrible, but the whole point is to make Tom a nasty person. Also I promise not to write such scenes anymore, that was the last one anyway.

Chapter 15: Temporary Armistice.

Ginny was practically dragged into the large ballroom, her dress rustling loudly as they stepped in; it was empty, she noticed. "Who am I acting for?" she muttered, covering her mouth as she realised she said the wrong thing.

"Me," he murmured, "come, my bride," he pulled her into the middle of the ballroom and snapped his fingers; the lights went out and a spotlight focused on them.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she said hesitantly.

He snapped his fingers again, and music began out of nowhere, slow, classical music. "Dancing with you," he whispered. And before she knew it, he had his hand on her waist, the other in hers, and he was spinning her about gently.

"Why isn't there anybody here?"

"Well, it was on the spur of the moment," he muttered, "and why should I share my blushing bride with my unworthy Death Eaters?"

Ginny was simply too shocked at him dancing with her, that she did not even protest. Why was he dancing with her anyway? It was so unTom-like. He pulled her closer and whirled her around. This continued for about 5 minutes, until the music stopped, and the lights came back on, revealing a table full of a large selection of food. "Spur of the moment?"

"Just sit down," he said, pulling her chair out for her.

Ginny stared at the food as Tom picked out his. "Why are you doing this?"

He stood sharply. "Can't you be grateful for what I've done for you? I danced with you, although it's not my way of doing things, and I've had the House Elves make your favourite foods!" He glared venomously at her.

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the food really was all her favourites; Roast Beef, Roast Chicken, Seafood, Pumpkin Pasties, Butterbeer, everything she liked. "How did you know?"

"Well, Ginny, I was your only best friend for some time, how could you forget?"

"Oh…."

He sat down again, still glaring at her. "I expect you to be ready for me later, Ginny."

Ginny finally began to eat, and they sat in silence for some time, until Tom found it boring. "How is the food?"

"It's nice," she replied simply.

"You know I can give you everything that you like, that you love…" he murmured, "and I really don't want to ruin the mood, Ginny, but keep in mind that I could kill your family if you make one wrong move."

"Yes, Tom," she whispered.

"That's better," he smirked, standing and holding out his hand, "you have finished? Then I shall show you the next surprise," she took his hand and let him lead her through the lit halls, and out into the garden. They just stood there and Ginny wondered what he was going to do next.

"What are we waiting for-?"

"Shh…" he silenced her, "three, two, one!" He raised his hand sharply at the trees in the forest, a loud bang echoed throughout the woods, and the sound of loud rustling. Before she knew what was happening, small balls of light came rushing toward her, before they hit her they raised up into the air and burst.

"Fireworks," she whispered as shiny dust fell down onto her, "they're beautiful," another one went off, and showered glittery green dust onto her.

"Fireflies," he said, "I just exploded them. Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's lovely," she spun around, shaking the dust off of her, and Tom pulled her to him, kissing her, and she let him for once, having no qualms whatsoever as the moonlight shone over them.

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A/N: OK, I know it's short, but I took a bit out, and decided to put it in the next chapter, as it seemed more fitting. Anyway, review, even though I only posted such a tiny bit.