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He released the strand of hair that he had been holding so tight, instead moving his whole hand into her crimson red hair. Merlin he loved her hair the most, sometimes he thought that it was so red that it would burn him. Sometimes he wished it would, just so he could feel something. Could he even burn anymore? What would happen if someone tried to harm him? Was he invisible? So many questions, so many mysteries, Ginny being one of them, and the one he was most eager to figure out.
“I can think of a few things that we could do…” He said, his voice wickedly deep, his eyes slightly fogged over with the thoughts running through his head. He shook his head, snapping himself out of his daze, and ran his red hair through his long pale fingers. He would keep Ginny, but he also knew that he needed to be patient, with time he would have her all to himself, he would stop at nothing. He just needed to make her want it as much as he did, he didn’t just want her diaries entries, he didn’t just want her time or her heart, he wanted her soul. He wanted everything.
“Alright I won’t keep you, this time.” He said, giving her his most charming smile that made him look almost boyish. He moved his hand from it’s grip on her hair to run his fingers down her arm, until he was grasping her hand in his. “Enough talk of staying or going.” It can wait, he thought. If he pressed it would only upset her, it was better to play the long game and be patient. After all what else did he have to do? He had all the time in the world, to plan and scheme, to think of Ginny and all his wicked plans for her.
He pulled her down so that they were sitting across from each other, and once again he smiled at her, impersonating goodness. “Tell me about your day.” He said, taking her hand in his, running his fingers along the lines on her palm, as if he was reading her future, her secrets. He didn’t need to read her palm to find out her secrets, he had his old dairy and her own words for that. Her future though? That he would surely like to know.
Inhaling sharply through her nose, Ginny’s lips parted, almost like she wanted to say something and couldn’t figure out the words. Even if they formed together in her mind, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to gather her wits properly in order to say anything. Not with his hand sliding into her hair like it belonged to him, keeping her steady. Keeping her in place, exactly where he wanted her to be. That should bother you, a quiet voice whispered in the back of her mind, tugging at the edges of her conscience. Going where he tells you, following where he guides. It won’t end well. Tom’s eyes were locked on hers and maybe it wasn’t so but Ginny felt a challenge rise between them. Was he daring her to listen to the voice in her head telling her to back away and make him follow her for once?
It never occurred to her that that might be the last thing Tom wanted from her. It never occurred to her that it wasn’t a game, that he only wanted her here. It was Ginny’s way, to challenge and push and never sit still. But even so, he was still winning. Even though she acknowledged that part of her doubted, she didn’t listen. She stayed where she was, silently wished for Tom to keep holding her just as he was. And so he won. And would continue to win.
“Care to share your ideas?” Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow. A slight twinge of disappointment fluttered through her when he let go of her, but it was quick to disappear as he traded her hair for her hand and held it tightly in his own. “I’m easily bored, you know. I need something to occupy my time.” This was her, this was the Ginny Weasley who could tease and jest and push back when she wanted to. She loved to play games and she loved to push boundaries. Seeing if Tom would actually answer her instead of letting his sentence trail off into nothing so she could wonder about it for hours was part of the fun. I can think of a few things we could do. They both knew Ginny would turn those words over and over in her mind every night until she got something to appease her curiosity.
“My day?” she repeated, shrugging her shoulders carelessly. “Lessons, lessons, quizzes, Quidditch practice, gossip...it’s all more of the same.” That much was true at least. It thrilled Ginny to know that she had something that separated her from the rest of the students she spent every day with. Something that was just for her, her own little secret that she could share with Tom. “As I said, easily bored. Why do you think I spend so much time here with you? It’s more fun.”
















