A/N: I'm baaaack!! Finally, two weeks later the epic tale of Ginny and Tom continues!! It's been a rough two weeks, what with annoying school and friends, but the worst part was no reviews *sob!! I'm a greedy person. I MUST HAVE MORE! So here's the next chapter, and I will for sure see you next week. If you only knew how AWESOME things are going to get, you would melt into little puddles.

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Ron reached me first and grabbed my wrist, holding me partially behind him as he came face to face with Tom. His ears were beet red and if looks could kill, Tom would probably disintegrate into ashes on the floor. I looked at my husband and gulped. Ron was angry, but Tom must have looked calm to everyone but me. I knew him well enough to see the fury in his black eyes and his clenched jaw. He was good at hiding it.

"Ron," I started but Tom broke in,

"This isn't a good time, Weasley." Ron sneered at him, and I was instantly reminded of Draco in school.

"I'm sorry I didn't make an appointment to meet with you, you evil bastard," Ron spat. Tom's voice was low and urgent when he spoke again

"Fine, just take it outside. We don't want to be interrupting his speech," I looked around the room, expecting to see some turned heads or raised eyebrows at our little fight, but no one had even seemed to notice, No one except for the guards at every door who were tensed, clutching their wands in their pockets. Draco was holding Adelé tightly to his side a few feet away, but he didn't look angry.

"Fine," Ron hissed, and he pulled me outside. I scowled at no one in particular. This is what I hated about Ron, the fact that he thought he could run my life for me. Once we passed Crabbe and Knot at one of the large side doors, I tried to wrench out of his grasp. He held fast and kept dragging me. He stopped in the middle of the hall and glared daggers at Tom. Tom took a step towards him and put a hand on his arm. Ron recoiled slightly, but Tom held his attention by saying,

"Let go of her now." In a black voice. The hall rang with his authority and Ron gulped. He released me, and I took a few steps away from him, massaging my wrist.

"Don't touch me," Ron said, a few seconds late, to Tom.

"Then don't effing touch me!" I snapped at him. He glared at me.

"I wouldn't have to if-"

"Oh don't start!" I barked at him. "You aren't even mad that I'm with him, are you? I think you're really just wimping over the fact that you don't have any control over my life anymore! Mom and dad have found a way to deal, so have the rest of the family! For gods sake, Ron! Get over yourself and just let me live my life!" Ron looked astounded at me. I had never had the nerve to speak to him like that. I glanced at Tom, and he was standing silently beside me his eyes were tight, not showing any emotion again. I moved slightly so that my hand brushed his. Some times the magical bond we had was a good thing. Simply touching him gave me a burst of energy that I didn't have before.

"You want me out of your life?" Ron asked angrily, and looked at me to answer. I let my shoulders slump.

"Ron," I said tiredly. "You're my brother. I can wish for you to fall off of the astronomy tower some times, but I still love you. You're still my family."

"Gin," He said agonizingly, reaching one hand out to me. I slowly took his hand and stepped into his embrace. A tear slid down my cheek. I felt like he accepted me now, and it made my heart swell. "I still don't like him." He said, and I chuckled. I stepped away from Ron and wiped my eyes.

"Good. It shows you're still slightly normal. Can you give us a minute?" I asked him. He narrowed his eyes at Tom, not trusting him. "Ron, you do know that I live with him? If he wanted to kill me he could do it any other time." I said exasperatedly. Ron nodded and went back into the room. From what I saw of it, Rahim's speech was over and people were sitting down to eat. I slowly turned around to face Tom. He was watching me with a guarded expression. A subconscious smile came to my face. I ran a hand through his short shaggy hair and stretched up on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his. He didn't deepen the kiss, but he did take my chin in his hand softly. We broke the kiss and I put my arms around his waist.

"Better?" He asked quietly.

"Yes," I breathed. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you. You'll be alright?" He said, as we re entered the room.

"I could have handled that myself," I said grimly. He smiled sweetly.

"I believe you." I snorted, and he kissed me swiftly before disappearing and reappearing on the dais again. I shook my head at him fondly. Surprisingly enough, I was having a good time.

I walked over to the table that my family was situated around. I laid a hand on Charlie's shoulder. They all looked up at me and mostly looked happy, I suppose. They were finally my family again, no more and no less. They weren't exactly happy with where I was, but they had to live with it.

I had to refrain myself from shuddering when Gan whispered into my ear,

"Dance with me, my lady." I stared at him. He didn't wait for an answer, just pulled me out onto the floor, and took my hand and my waist. I sighed.

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I lost it when I saw him dancing with her. I stood suddenly, and barreled towards them, tossing people out of my way when they didn't move fast enough. Jealously coursed through me and I clamped a hand on his shoulder to throw him away from her. I withdrew my hand after a second, forcing down the anger.

"Excuse me, mate. I'd like to dance with my wife." Her big brown eyes glanced up at me in hope, but he dashed it.

"You'll have to wait Tom." He said, and spun her away from me. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. I felt someone clap me on the shoulder and I refrained myself from spinning around and cursing them into oblivion. It was one of her brothers, the one who was quite adept with a beaters bat.

"May I help you?" I ground out.

"No, mate, but I can help you." He said seriously.

"What makes you think I need your help?" I demanded. He raised his eyebrows at me and crossed his arms.

"Now now, be nice to your brother in law or I'll tell Ginny on you," He said in a singsong voice.

"Listen, Weasley-"

"It's George," he cut in.

"Whatever-"

"No, it's George." He said slowly, annunciating clearly. He raised an eyebrow at me as if I were thick. I inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"You won't go away until I listen to you, will you?"

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'.

"Then speak." I said, crossing my arms as well.

"There's a good lad." He said, clapping me on the back again. "Listen, that guy looks like a prat, am I right?" I nodded stiffly. "And I want him to get his paws off of my sister as much as you do," I snorted in difference. "Ginny can do it herself, Tom old boy." He began to whisper into my ear and a grin formed on my face. I nodded, and he shook my hand before sitting at one of the closer tables to become a spectator.

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My eyes narrowed in suspicion. George had just been talking to Tom, which wasn't a good sign. George sat, and Tom began scanning the room for somebody. He waltzed up to a woman I didn't know and my mouth fell open. Jealousy boiled through me, and I clenched Gan's hand tighter. He glanced over at Tom, then back down at me, grinning a sly smile. I imagined what Tom was saying to her.

'Would you care to dance, cherié?' He would ask.

'Oh my, yes indeed.' She would say back in a fluttering voice.

'What is your name, Madame?' he would inquire.

'Genevievé, monsieur, and yours?' I made up a name. I had no idea who she was.

'Tom… Thomas Hammond.' I gritted my teeth and pulled myself out of my imagination.

I set my jaw, and looked over at George. He was grinning evilly at me. I looked back at Tom. It was a ploy. He wanted me to get riled up. I tried to hide the smirk spreading across my lips.

"Shall we go for a drink?" I asked Gan. His smile disappeared.

"Ginny, I'm quite good at recognizing the signs of two things:" he said. "An oncoming ambush, and the affections of a woman. Now, a beautiful girl such as your self isn't easy to capture, especially not with your husband over there. I won't be used so you can make him jealous. I'm not like that." I stared at him. He was more decent then I would have initially thought.

"You're right," I said, surprising myself. "That was what I wanted you for, and I'm sorry." Gan looked from me to Tom.

"It looks like Tom needs to be taught a lesson. I suppose for this one circumstance, I can look past my solemn ways and turn our dear friend Tom into a madly jealous husband. Shall we?" He asked, dropping my hand and keeping his hand on my waist. I smiled shyly at him. He certainly kept me on my toes.

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The smile was wiped off of my face when I saw her with Gan, and a glare replaced it. The pretty brunette that I was dancing with would have to live with rejection.

"Excuse me," I said to her, shortly. I strode over to George. "What's the next step in your master plan, oh almighty one?" I hissed. He merely grinned.

"That, old boy, is up to you. Go get 'em, tiger." He punched my arm, and I refrained myself from punching him in the face. I straightened and stalked over to Ginny. Gan had wrapped his arm around her waist where the two were sitting and laughing, and power crackled around me from anger. In a split second, her eyes flicked up to me, and I saw what she was doing. It was like time froze. She didn't like him, she was just getting back at me for dancing with that girl. Oh well, I sighed. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, am I right? I still tapped her on the shoulder, and she let go of Gan. He looked up suddenly at me, and started.

"Gan," I acknowledged him. I held my hand out to Ginny, and she took it rising from the chair. She had a small smile on her face, and I kissed it off of her mouth. She was so amazingly beautiful. He was visibly fuming, so I kissed her again out of spite. She moaned my name, her eyes fluttering shut before I drew her onto the dance floor. The orchestra struck up a song, and I took her hand and her waist. She bit her lip and grinned at me. I smiled back, and we began to spin around the floor.

A/N: Okay, I've basically put two chapters in at once. I just really liked this next part and I thought it went well with the last chapter, and seeing as I've missed the last two weeks, here's the next chapter, which in my opinion is one of the best I've written. Think of this as a bonus, my lovelies!!

PS: ElisabethAnne: Sorry I didn't send this to you! I just got the inspiration to add it as I was about to post!

That evening we were our rooms, dressing down after the party. I unclipped my earrings and put them in my jewelry box. Tom loosened his tie and opened his cuffs. We kept our eyes on each other as we undressed. Tom stood with his hands on his hips in only his boxers as I was left in my panties before I pulled on his green button down that he had given me so many months ago. It was my favorite thing to wear at night. We stood staring at each other for a while.

"You must have been happy to have Ron say all that to you."

"It means a lot to me to have him say that."

"I know it does, love." I stepped back and smoothed his tie. He looked so handsome, it made me feel ugly. I patted my hair self-consciously. He caught my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, never loosing eye contact with me. I shivered from the intensity of his eyes, and I could see the last vestiges of anger seeping out of them. "I love you," he said fiercely. "No matter how many times I say it, it doesn't seem to fit. I can't tell you how I feel by just saying it." His nostrils flared angrily, "I wish there was a way-" I put a finger to his lips. I didn't say anything, and neither did he, but a silent understanding went through us. The passion and ferocity coming from him made me sigh like a love struck girl. "I would die for you," he suddenly whispered. I flinched away from him, and looked into his face feeling something like betrayal.

"What?" I spluttered. "What did you just say to me?" He didn't back down although he could see I was angry.

"You heard me." He put a hand up to my hair but I batted it away.

"You will never say anything like that to me ever again, do you understand me?" I said clearly. My heart squeezed inside my chest and suddenly I felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of the hallway. "If you did something as stupid as that, then you would just waste your life. I will not have you throwing something that precious away to save me. Not ever, Tom." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"See," He said, "This is the part where you coo at me and sigh about how wonderful it is that I love you so much." I stood with my hands on my hips and glared at him in disbelief.

"Oh, so you only said that so that…what, so that you'd get in my pants tonight?" I demanded angrily. He looked towards the heavens and shook his head.

"Of course not," He said, and then mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "I don't need to say something like that to get into your pants."

"I don't believe this," I muttered.

"You?" He demanded. "You can't believe this? I'm the one who just effing bore my soul to you!"

"Oh, poor wittle Tom needs to bear his soul," I said mockingly. "Is it bedtime? Tom is a wittle grumpy. I shall call the orphanage master to put him to sleep." I didn't mean for it to come out as condescendingly as it did. I could tell that I'd crossed the line.

"How dare you speak to me this way." He said, and I could feel his power pushing up against mine. I reflexively made mine flare up, and it knocked him back a few steps. As soon as I saw what I'd done I harnessed it all back in.

"Tom…I'm so sorry," I whispered. He glared at me.

"Get away from me," he hissed. I recoiled from him.

"Love, please," I said, extending my hand to reach towards him.

"I said, back off!" He snapped. He used the edge of his power to repel me to the bed. I didn't fight it and merely plopped down on the edge. His chest rose and fell as he tried to gain his composure. I gulped as I watched him close his eyes and breath deeply. I longed to go to him. To show him how sorry I was. Using magic against him was a high insult in both our opinions. He opened his eyes again and looked at me. After a beat he stalked past me to the armoire, and pulled out a set of trousers and a cloak.

"Where are you going?" I asked quietly. He turned to me at the door and said, his eyes tight,

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"I'm going to the guest bedroom down the hall. I need to be alone for a while. I saw her eyes soften and she looked down.

"If that's what you want," she said in a broken voice.

"It is." I replied. I saw her shoulders slump.

"Alright," She said bravely. "Sleep well. I love you." The sentence hung in the air. More of a question than a statement. She waited for me to echo her. I merely walked out of the room and slammed the door behind me.

I laid down in the bed down the hall and waited for sleep to come. I tossed and turned for hours before swearing impressively and sitting up on the edge of the bed. I missed the comfort of having a living being beside me in bed. I buried my face in my hands. She hadn't meant to push me. I knew that she was just starting to understand her magic, and didn't have much practice in working with it. I stood up. I needed her. I couldn't sleep without her. I marveled at just how right Gan was, those few days ago. I did have a weakness. It was her. She'd be an easy weak point for anyone trying to hurt my organization. I picked up my cloak and pants and walked down the hall, back to my own rooms. I opened the door silently, not wanting to wake her. I threw my clothes on the floor, and walked quietly over to the bed. In the pitch darkness I was surprised when her lips met mine. I sat down on the bed not breaking contact and cradled the back of her head delicately.

"I'm-" she began. I put my hand over her mouth.

"Go to sleep, baby. We're both tired."

"Can you forgive me?" she choked out. I waited a second before answering.

"Always." I promised. She let out a little sigh and snuggled into my arms. I awoke with her strewn across my chest, her hair tickling me, and I smiled. All better.

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