Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... Like... What would I be doing here? Gosh...

Tom's in Ginny's head and is slowly destroying. Someone needs to help her, and real soon. But maybe that's not the most expected person... What if you're waiting for some one for years you actually don't love and his rival is there for you?

Prologue

I was stupid. Just so stupid. And I didn't see.

How could I still be waiting for him? It was really just an obsession. Maybe I loved him once, I don't know. But my love had faded away and it had become some dream, an idea that I had and which I couldn't let slip away. I think I wanted him to like me. Because he was my brother's best friend, one of the only boys he would like. Because he was the boy-who-lived. Because my mother loved him. Because she thought we were made for each other.

We just weren't.

I was so stupid.

Also, I didn't see how he ruined me. Oh, not Harry Potter. Of course not. He was kind of... sweet to me, though not the way I wanted... I thought I wanted him to.

No, Tom. He was sweet to me. Really nice, a gentlemen. Tom was in my head. He just wouldn't leave it too. And I didn't mind, I liked it. Well, in the beginning at least. When I was fourteen, fifteen. He really listened to me, asked me the right questions. I told him everything about me, just like I used to do before, in his diary.

I'm not sure if I had to tell him, though. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew everything what happened. But telling him felt nice, but made me weaker and weaker. Everything was repeating and I didn't see...

GWDM

I shouldn't have done it. I was stupid. I should have thought about it for just jumping into it. Well, not like they gave me some time to think, I guess, but still... So, I did the first thing that I thought about.

I refused. I was standing in front of the Dark Lord and I refused. I refused the Dark Mark – what was I thinking!

After been tortured by the Lord for hours and hours, I went home to receive quite a few kicks and pushes and punches from my dad. He was so disappointed in me. Said I didn't deserve the name of a Malfoy. Punched me again.

And yet, I still refused.

My mother was right in time to save me, before he kicked me to death. Told him I was too young to know what I wanted.

But I'm not too young. I'm not young.

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