A/N: Well, half way done. Two more chapters of this little ficlet. Hope you like. I adore Tom/ Ginny, but this story is rather canon, so it's all about the encounter in the Chamber of Secrets. But if you do like this ship, I have a GinnyTom story I'm writing called 'Roses and Venom'. Haha, I'm plugging my stories like they are my hookers. :)
Don't mind me. Happy New Year!! Now onto the story...
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
You may know him by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or the Dark Lord, depending on what side of the war you were on.
But I knew him as Tom.
I knew him as this coy, smart, accomplished, charming boy. He was docile and warm. He was even friendly. He talked to me. He listened to me. I daresay he was my first real friend.
Which is why this makes it so hard.
This is why I never talk about my relationship with Tom. Because he was so different than what he seemed. He betrayed and used me and it still hurts to think about. Sure, I was booty call with Ced and that hurt. Breaking up with Oliver still is a sore spot and my betrayal with Harry was a hard, but my love was far greater.
But Tom was different.
I fell for him.
He complimented me. He told me how witty and lovely I was. He wrote about my attributes like I was the first girl- No, the first woman that he had seen with them. He seemed so sweet and I fell for that charming disposition.
That's why I can see how he gained so much power. Sure, he possessed a lot, but he gained much, too. People bended to his will because they were fooled by his words when it was his actions that would strike you down. I think that is why so many were captivated, so many were fooled.
And I honestly feel bad for people like the Malfoys. Sure, Lucius was the one to give me the diary, but look how far they got. They were once the most powerful wizarding family. They still have their wealth, but the name means nothing now. It's keeping up with that idea that blood is what is most important.
I think that is how Riddle appealed so much to the Slytherins. He spit back their foolish ideals when he, himself, was a halfblood.
He once told me that he thought that it was a heroic thing that my family never cared. Perhaps he was just buttering me up, but I always wondered about that.
Tom was the heir of Slytherin, but had he really gotten that caught up with everything? Had he really become like the Gaunts. It always made me wonder. Why was blood so important?
But that is beside the point. He charmed his way into my heart. He told me what I wanted to hear and he paid attention to me. He would listen. I hadn't really made many friends. I was known as the sister to so-and-so. But he made the destinction. He knew I was Ginny Weasley because he did not know about my other brothers and their own fame.
I remember the first time I saw him. I was having a bad day and he asked if he wanted to see one of his bad days. He took me into the diary and he showed me the power he possessed.
I was captivated and in awe of him. He was young and more handsome than I had ever imagined. He was tall and thin and had beautiful, black hair. And he reminded me so much of Harry. If I couldn't have Harry, then I would have Tom.
He dreamed of his broad chest holding me and telling me everything was alright. I pictured the hands that he wrote so delicately to me stroking my cheek and pushing my long red hair aside and softly kissing me on the lips with his red lips.
The diary overtook me. It was beyond my life. I had to tell Tom everything.
And that was when I started to forget things. I would wake up with blood and feathers stuck to me. I would write to him and ask if he knew anything. He would get all concerned. He would just tell me that I stopped writing in the diary.
I was scared.
I told him about the heir and he told me to not worry. I was safe. I was pureblood.
I didn't get it until a week or two later. Harry was a parselmouth and I knew Tom liked snakes. I hadn't quite put it together, though. I repeatedly asked him questions about him.
He would start to get angry. He would threaten me. He told me that I was going crazy. He showed me how I was crazy. He would make me think I was losing my mind by simply possessing me. He threatened me. He said he would tell someone if I ever let the diary slip from my hands.
I couldn't let that happen.
But more and more people were being petrified. And I repeatedly went to Tom for his soothing words that seemed to disappear. He would toy with me. He knew what I wanted and he would only give me what I wanted if I told him that I was his. Oh, I so would have been his. And he knew. He knew my thoughts and my dreams. He would toy that once he gained power I would rule with him. He would bend my will.
But I continued to go into the diary and see him. I had to see the Tom that would tell me I was a great witch. The Tom that told me I had so much potential. Where had that Tom gone? This manipulative bastard replaced him. He knew I wanted his acknowledgement and he used that to control me.
But I held on hope.
I kept returning. I kept returning until I couldn't put up with the guilt. I had stopped eating and sleeping. My grades were suffering and the few friends I had did notice. So I tried to get rid of it.
I knew if I ruined it or if it was destroyed Tom could never hurt me again.
But it ended up in Harry's hands. What if Tom told him? What if Tom spilled the beans about my crush?
That was what I was more worried about. So, I snuck into his room when he was off at a Quidditch practice and I sacked his room, frantically searching for Tom.
I found him hidden away in the sidetable. I held the diary to my chest and I sighed as slipped back out of the room.
I immediately wrote to him.
He was angry, but at first he made it seem like he just wanted to talk to me. That he missed me. I was shocked. I wrote back and his power once again consumed me. Only I remembered him breaking my spirit. He told me that if I ever left him again he would make sure that I was crazy.
And so he became more obsessive of me. I tried and tried to get free, but I couldn't. He kept asking about Harry. He kept delving into my mind for encounters that I had with Harry. He knew every thought and every word I had said.
He chastised me for ever thinking someone with that much power would ever love me. And yet, I so desperately wanted him to. Even as I could feel my life being sucked slowly away, I wanted Tom to tell me that he loved me. But he would only scoff at the notion.
He told me he was going to kill me. He told me he was going to take me to the Chamber and there I would be left. My rotting corpse would lie there and not even the great Harry Potter could save me.
That was the day I tried to tell them. I tried to tell my brother, Ron, Hermione, and Harry that he had possessed me. I wanted to tell them that he was the Heir of Slytherin and he was using me to try and kill the muggleborns.
But stupid Percy got in the way.
That was the day I was taken into the dungeons. Tom made me use my blood to write that Ginny Weasley was taken into Chamber of Secrets. He wanted my bones to rot there. He wanted me to die alone, cold, and miserable.
Only he didn't expect Harry and my brother to be so smart. He didn't think anyone would find me. But he was wrong.
I never got to see his death, but Harry had told me how he was ripped to shreds and how he felt each plunge of the basilisk's tooth into the diary. He felt the ink spurt out.
I wonder if he looked at me at all. Harry told me he kept glancing over at me while he talked. But it wasn't like Harry knew of my feelings towards Tom and how he knew of them.
But in the end, Tom was destroyed and Harry remained. A Horcrux was destroyed and I was free.
But even at my age, I think of Tom. Especially now. I am plagued with that same loneliness that had overtaken me to write to Tom. I miss that kind Tom that would reassuringly tell me how special I am. It was this loneliness that had me running into his imitational arms.
It's not that I don't have people around me to love, but I wish I were that little girl that needed that reassuring word.
Every girl likes to be called pretty after all.