Title: Imaginary

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Ginny Weasley/Tom Riddle

Prompt: 006. My Immortal

Word Count: 599

Rating: PG

Warnings/Spoilers: none

Summary: Ginny has a secret that no one will ever know.

Written for: 100songfics on livejournal

Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves as she bent over the journal. It had been five years since he had last spoken to her and yet she still clung to the journal in the musty darkness like a teddy bear. Her own private leather bound teddy bear. In it's own way the hole through the center just served as a reminder to her of what she had lost. She had been so innocent before him, so terribly naïve to what the world could offer her. Ginerva Weasley had seen a glimpse of the darkness that resided with her and she didn't want to let it go.

Not a soul knew that she had managed to gain possession of the artifact and she liked it that way. There wasn't a single person who needed to know that she would spend hours tracing her Quidditch roughened fingers over the insignia. A name that was branded in her mind; a face of a boy who had known her most intimate and personal thoughts and never once called her foolish for feeling the way she did. The name that belonged to a man whom the entire wizarding world feared. Tom Marvolo Riddle.

With trembling hands, Ginny took the journal out from beneath her schoolbooks. Never again would Tom's flowing handwriting appear to soothe away her worries with pretty words. But at least she still had the ink stained, crinkled pages to remember him by. She caressed the old worn leather cover as if it was her lover. There was something infinitely sad in the way she clung to the memories of a person who had controlled her very being. Her essence was forever tainted because of it, yet she still looked to the old diary as a source of comfort.

"I shouldn't," she whispered into the stuffy, library stacks, a lone tear marking its path down her freckled cheek. She hugged the journal to her chest and closed her eyes as if to block out the notion that she should never have stolen the journal back in the first place.

'You can't run from me forever, Ginny.'

Ginny's lips curved into a fragile smile at the familiar soothing voice.

"Wasn't running," she replied softly. "I never ran from you."

Gentle laughter sent tremors running through her. 'Still my Ginny.'

"Always your Ginny," she reaffirmed in a low whisper. She swore she could feel hands running tenderly through her wine colored hair. "Never anyone else's."

'I know, but still…'

It hung in the air like an accusation. Ginny's hesitant grin vanished at the same time she felt the hands stop. "I will never love anyone the way I do you."

A tender kiss to the crown of her head, then to her temple. 'My Ginny.'

"Your Ginny."

Footsteps echoed through the old ancient library and Ginny's eyes flew open in shock, the feeling of Tom's warm accepting presence vanished. Quickly, she shoved the journal back into her satchel and she leaned casually backwards in her chair.

Harry appeared around the corner with a brilliant smile that lit up his face and eyes. "I got it! Gin, you are a genius!"

He scooped her up off her chairs and into his arms and spun her around. Carefully, he set her back down. Ginny smiled up at the raven-haired boy. He leaned forward and kissed her excitedly. She didn't object to it, nor would she ever. But Harry would never know that in the base part of her heart there would be no one to ever replace the misty figure of a boy who first loved her.

A/N: Ok so here's my first ever attempt at writing Ginny/Tom or Ginny/Harry. Hoped you liked it.

Reviews are most welcome!