Ginny has never seen Tom’s face. Even now that she remembers all of it, everything, clicking into place, she knows that much at least. But she can still hear his slippery-smooth and charming voice in her head, can still trace his loopy handwriting in her mind. It’s been ages since she last saw it, but it’s easier than it should be to slip into memory.
“Harry will always think of me as Ron’s kid sister,” she writes in her diary, laying flat on her stomach on her bed. It’s only a few months into her first year and she’s gotten nothing more than a few friendly waves from the school’s hero.
“You are more than that, Ginny,” Tom writes back, his handwriting strong and sure. “Harry would be a fool not to know the prize he’s got in front of him.”
Tom is always so kind, so reassuring. Sometimes Ginny thinks that she wouldn’t spend another second thinking about Harry if Tom came to meet her finally. He talks about wanting to see her sometimes but she doesn’t know when.
She imagines that he’ll be tall, broad-shouldered, a protector. He could walk her to classes and even the older girls would be jealous. He’d be too much of a gentleman to kiss her in front of her classmates, but they’d know anyway that he would want to just from the look on his face.
“Where do you live?” Ginny asks once, after a long, hard day where she’d let herself wish that Tom was there. “Can you come to visit?”
The diary's page stays blank for a few minutes. “I go to school very far away,” Tom finally answers. “But Ginny, if I could, I’d come visit you tomorrow.”
Ginny is enraptured by this. She pictures him riding up to the castle in one of the carriages and literally sweeping her off her feet.
Tom doesn’t mention it often, but she knows that he cares about her too. He’s more than just a patient ear. She’s never been just a kid to Tom. She knows that maybe it won’t go anywhere, she thinks she’ll always consider Tom her first love.
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Ginny bolts up in her bed. It’s hard to reconcile the image of Tom, her caring and patient crush, with Lord Voldemort.
Secretly, Ginny hopes she will never have to fight in the war. She wouldn’t mind fighting Death Eaters, but she’s scared to think of how she’ll react if she finally sees the face of Tom Marvolo Riddle.
I meant for this to be much shippier and less angsty. Sorry about that!
tom/ginny - nothing in this room but empty space (2/2)
Ginny has never seen Tom’s face. Even now that she remembers all of it, everything, clicking into place, she knows that much at least. But she can still hear his slippery-smooth and charming voice in her head, can still trace his loopy handwriting in her mind. It’s been ages since she last saw it, but it’s easier than it should be to slip into memory.
“Harry will always think of me as Ron’s kid sister,” she writes in her diary, laying flat on her stomach on her bed. It’s only a few months into her first year and she’s gotten nothing more than a few friendly waves from the school’s hero.
“You are more than that, Ginny,” Tom writes back, his handwriting strong and sure. “Harry would be a fool not to know the prize he’s got in front of him.”
Tom is always so kind, so reassuring. Sometimes Ginny thinks that she wouldn’t spend another second thinking about Harry if Tom came to meet her finally. He talks about wanting to see her sometimes but she doesn’t know when.
She imagines that he’ll be tall, broad-shouldered, a protector. He could walk her to classes and even the older girls would be jealous. He’d be too much of a gentleman to kiss her in front of her classmates, but they’d know anyway that he would want to just from the look on his face.
“Where do you live?” Ginny asks once, after a long, hard day where she’d let herself wish that Tom was there. “Can you come to visit?”
The diary's page stays blank for a few minutes. “I go to school very far away,” Tom finally answers. “But Ginny, if I could, I’d come visit you tomorrow.”
Ginny is enraptured by this. She pictures him riding up to the castle in one of the carriages and literally sweeping her off her feet.
Tom doesn’t mention it often, but she knows that he cares about her too. He’s more than just a patient ear. She’s never been just a kid to Tom. She knows that maybe it won’t go anywhere, she thinks she’ll always consider Tom her first love.
--
Ginny bolts up in her bed. It’s hard to reconcile the image of Tom, her caring and patient crush, with Lord Voldemort.
Secretly, Ginny hopes she will never have to fight in the war. She wouldn’t mind fighting Death Eaters, but she’s scared to think of how she’ll react if she finally sees the face of Tom Marvolo Riddle.
I meant for this to be much shippier and less angsty. Sorry about that!