Watch Me Watching You
Sometimes, even after the Chamber of Secrets is long lost history to everyone but her and Harry, Ginny sees him in the shadows.
Dark hair, darker eyes, and a face like sin.
Watching her.
Seeing through her.
Charisma rolls off him in waves, his confidence and ambition tempting like a flytrap to an insect. He's beauty reincarnate, a classic, timeless kind of handsome, the kind that has existed since the beginning of time and always will.
Sometimes he smiles, sometimes he smirks. Sometimes he glares at her with pure hatred in his dark eyes, turning them red. Mostly he just stares.
She knows no one else sees him.
Some twisted part of her enjoys it, and thinks that that's the best part of seeing Tom Riddle. Even after all this time, the thing that originally attracted her to him remains the same, and it still holds true.
He's all hers and hers alone, and she doesn't have to share him with anybody.
He's all hers, and she intends to keep it that way.
She sees right through him, too, after all.