A/N: First of all, I'd like to put in a certain something:
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR AM I J.K. ROWLING. I HAVE NO LEGAL CLAIM ON ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT SHE HAS FORMED. I do however have some that I made myself.
Phew, now that's over I want to apologize to anyone who's reading this (or cares at all about my humble story.) Pixiedreamer 21, thanks so much, again! You continue to inspire me to keep posting! GoldenFawkes, thanks! I'd like to think it's well done :P I don't have a beta currently so I hope that it's ok with spell check. The fic is going to stay T. I'm sorry, I know where you're coming from completely!
Back to Tom and Gin!
I felt his eyes on the back of my neck the night after he tortured Colin. I was in a foul mood. He had been snappy and mean all day, even though I had told him I wasn't mad at him. I was disgusted, but I mean, how was I supposed to feel? I had every right to be upset with him!
"What?" I demanded, glaring up at him.
"You're coming to a meeting with me tonight." I gazed at him incredulously.
"What the hell are you talking about, you loon? I'm not coming to one of your damn meetings!" I could tell that I had crossed the line. The line between passable and…well… not tolerated.
"What did you just say to me?" He asked dangerously.
"I said no, I'm not going." I said, swallowing nervously. Suddenly his wand was pressed into my throat.
"I am your master and you will obey me!" He roared. I knelt in front of him looking down. He would want submission, so that's what I gave him. "Lets go slave." He ground out. He grabbed a fistful of my long red hair, and pulled me out the door.
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"Sit." He commanded me, pointing to the floor. I glared at him internally and sunk down on the edge of the dais, while he took his place in the throne behind me. I scanned the room warily. There were other women in my position, sitting at the feet of their 'masters'. There was a circle of mahogany chairs for the main families that supported the death eaters. Draco stood behind his father on Tom's right, but we were the only ones on the dais. Some men leered at me, raking over my body with their eyes. I glared back at them, my heart black with hatred. Stupid Riddle got me into this whole damn fiasco. He knotted his fingers in my hair possessively. "They won't touch you," he murmured into my ear. "At least, they'd better not."
"What would you do if they did?"
"Probably kill them. Cruelly. Publicly. Gruesomely." I looked at him incredulously, and he stroked my hair. "You're mine." I snorted, and his grip on my hair tightened painfully. I winced and he said, "Mind your place, slave." Abruptly he raised a hand, and the room fell silent. "Is there any news on the movements of the order?" I sighed, leaning back against his knees. It would be a long night.
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A few days later, I found myself watching her again. She was seated on a window seat, in a library we have in the manor, reading some book about transfiguration. Honestly, my spies told me that Granger was the bookworm. I strode over to her, and sat beside her. She looked up startled, and then eyed me cautiously.
"I have a job for you." I whispered silkily. She stiffened. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I need you to tell me everything about Harry Potter that you know." She tilted her head at me, looking exasperated.
"Alright, I'm going to tell you all the secrets of the savior of the wizarding world. Hah, in your dreams." I clenched my fists to restrain from striking her. "I'm not telling you anything." I smirked. Well, if she wasn't going to offer it, I would simply take it from her.
"Legilimens." I whispered pointing my wand at her.
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As his spell hit me, dozens of memories I had forgotten about came streaming into my mind. I saw Ron, when I was six, holding my toy broomstick over his head, and laughing cruelly. When I was nine, and Fred accidentally hit me over the head with a textbook. When I was eleven and Tom had turned mean, laughing about my fetish for the infamous Harry Potter. I saw Harry Kissing me after we won the quidditch cup. Tom wrenched out of me then, and I rubbed my eyes to clear them. I looked up at him, and he was livid. He was panting, as if trying to control himself, and he had jumped to his feet.
"You will never think about that again, do you understand me?" He growled. "Harry Potter is no longer part of your life. You don't need him, or your family. You aren't leaving here until you die, Ginevra, and that is the hard truth." My stomach clenched when I comprehended the words, and I flew into a rage.
"Damn you, you monster! Let me out of here! I don't care about you, or you bloody ideas of grandeur, or any of it!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. Tom was pulling me against him, and I was trying to push away, with all my might, hitting him, and screaming, "Let go of me, Let go!" To my surprise he did, and I ran from the room, with my hands up to my face.
I ran all the way back to his room, and slammed the door behind me. I knew that there was no way that a door could keep him from getting to me, but I didn't care then. I slumped down the wall, sobbing in my grief. I hated being here, even though now I wasn't confined to a cell anymore. I missed my family horribly, and Harry and Hermione. I heard the door crack open, but I didn't raise my head to see who it was. The person slid down beside me, and put an arm around my shoulders. I shied away from them, but Tom said,
"I'm sorry Ginny, I'm so sorry."
"You being sorry doesn't change it." I sobbed. He laid his cheek on top of my head, and stroked my hair.
"Please, don't cry." He begged. "I don't want to have to do that again, so will you just tell me about him?"
"How can I trust you?" I sniffed. "There's no way that I can trust you not to tell Malfoy, or anyone."
"You shouldn't trust me. I will tell them." He said bluntly. I sighed.
"Can you at least tell me about you, first?" He deliberated for a minute, but finally agreed.
"I'm sure Potter has already told you all he knows about me." She nodded. "But, the truth is, I'm not lord Voldemort. I've seen what he becomes, and I don't want to be that. Yes, we have the same ideals, and principals, but it's like we're different people. I'm him before he was dreadfully corrupted, so I'm still quite human. I don't like killing, but I do it when I need to. I really do like you, Ginny, and I try not to hurt you. I want a family, like the one I never had. I want children, and you, and you can throw in a dog and a cat too, if you like. I'm a normal, teenage boy, except for I'm going to rule the wizarding world some day, and that is almost inevitable. Now, I've told you more than I've ever told anyone else, so will you tell me about Potter?" I took a rattling breath, happy that he would at least trust me with his feelings, and launched into what I knew about the boy I used to love.
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"Ginevra can be a great asset to us." I said, in a meeting with my top deatheaters. "She has lots of information that she's willing to give me about Potter and the Order of the Phoenix."
"I don't trust her." Snapped Bellatrix Lastrange, as if she were the master here. "She could be still working for them." I sighed. I knew Ginny was telling the truth, and I didn't like being talked to this way, as if I were just a teenage boy, only playing war with Harry Potter.
"I don't think I asked your opinion, Bellatrix." I said dangerously, but she didn't take the note.
"If she is so loyal to you, my lord, then make her take the death eater trial." She suggested. I really think that she is just sore that Voldemort died without professing his undying love to her. "She could receive the dark mark, and join our ranks. That is the only way I could trust her."
"I agree." Drawled Lucius. Rabastan and Rudolphus nodded their heads in agreement. Draco looked to me, being the good man and servant that he is, and asked,
"What do you think, milord? It is your decision."
"I think that it would be fine, for her, if she had an escort." I said, cautiously.
"No, no escort." Ordered Bella. Really, I lost it.
"Crucio!" I barked, flicking my wand at her. I let her roll about for a few seconds, before lifting the curse. "Bella, you forget your place." I hissed. "I give the orders here, don't forget that." She nodded, and reclaimed her seat. "Draco, you will accompany Ginny to the drop point, then pick her up afterwards." I dismissed them, but called Draco back to me. Once they were all gone, I said, "And Draco, don't let anything happen to her, alright? You're my best mate and all, but if something happens to her…" Draco nodded.
"She'll be alright. Hell, I completed it." I smiled a tight smile, trying to believe him.