QueenOf My Design (Tom/Ginny)
Title: Queen of My Design
Author: Me! (mores0ul)
Characters: Tom/Ginny
Song: Delicate by Damien Rice
Rating: G
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. I hope this isn't confusing or anything. Blame it on the plot bunny. *hides behind the fluffy plot bunny.* AU, as per usual. :)
On most days, Ginny Weasley felt like a queen.
She would sit at the right hand side of a triumphant Tom, and scan her calculating brown eyes over their legions of Death Eaters as they groveled and cowered before the Dark Lord and Lady. Tom and Ginny were equals, two parts of an equation that fit perfectly together. They completed each other’s sentences and anticipated each other’s next action. They worked in unison, and their followers quivered with fear under their formidable reign. Blood and terror followed in their wake, but the couple only had eyes for each other.
After the meetings, Ginny would sit by the fire as Tom worked at his desk, and the two would pass the night in companionable silence. Words were no longer necessary to communicate their needs or wants. Ginny knew that no matter where she went, Tom would always follow.
As if sensing her thoughts, Tom looked up and caught Ginny’s eyes, and the two shared a smile. Ginny’s smile did not waver even as the door to her room opened, and the St. Mungos nurse wheeled in her lunch. She gave no acknowledgment as the nurse placed her lunch in front of her, though the nurse was used to it by now. She simply wished Ginny a good day, and continued down the hall to the Longbottom’s room, as usual.
Ginny made no move to eat the lunch that was placed in front of her, all her focus was on Tom, who had now stood up and was holding out an arm to her. Ginny rose as well and moved towards him, completely unaware of the delicate teacup she knocked over, oblivious as it shattered into a million pieces on the smooth, hardwood floor.
Yes, on most days, Ginny Weasley felt like a queen.
Author: Me! (mores0ul)
Characters: Tom/Ginny
Song: Delicate by Damien Rice
Rating: G
Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. I hope this isn't confusing or anything. Blame it on the plot bunny. *hides behind the fluffy plot bunny.* AU, as per usual. :)
On most days, Ginny Weasley felt like a queen.
She would sit at the right hand side of a triumphant Tom, and scan her calculating brown eyes over their legions of Death Eaters as they groveled and cowered before the Dark Lord and Lady. Tom and Ginny were equals, two parts of an equation that fit perfectly together. They completed each other’s sentences and anticipated each other’s next action. They worked in unison, and their followers quivered with fear under their formidable reign. Blood and terror followed in their wake, but the couple only had eyes for each other.
After the meetings, Ginny would sit by the fire as Tom worked at his desk, and the two would pass the night in companionable silence. Words were no longer necessary to communicate their needs or wants. Ginny knew that no matter where she went, Tom would always follow.
As if sensing her thoughts, Tom looked up and caught Ginny’s eyes, and the two shared a smile. Ginny’s smile did not waver even as the door to her room opened, and the St. Mungos nurse wheeled in her lunch. She gave no acknowledgment as the nurse placed her lunch in front of her, though the nurse was used to it by now. She simply wished Ginny a good day, and continued down the hall to the Longbottom’s room, as usual.
Ginny made no move to eat the lunch that was placed in front of her, all her focus was on Tom, who had now stood up and was holding out an arm to her. Ginny rose as well and moved towards him, completely unaware of the delicate teacup she knocked over, oblivious as it shattered into a million pieces on the smooth, hardwood floor.
Yes, on most days, Ginny Weasley felt like a queen.