It had been almost four years since he was gone. Tom Riddle.
The name still sent shivers down her spine. It wasn't as
if she didn't have friends, she did, but it was something
about him that she missed. He was more than nice to her,
more than a friend, something she had longed for, something
she still longed for.
Ginny had never been strong. In will or in physical
attributes. She felt it was inevitable that she fall in love
with someone who was stronger than her, someone who dominated
her. Tom was a way of escaping. Her brothers, their taunting
and teasing, that never meant to hurt her, but always did.
And most of all her crush, the boy who lived, Harry Potter.
Ginny loved him, it was simple. It was his messy black hair,
those green eyes that flickered with mischief, and most of all
the way he was always willing to help anyone in need. In Ginny's
eyes, he was a knight in shining armor. He rescued her, he
would rescue anyone.
She was in her fifth year. It was boring. She
breezed through her classes, unlike her brother Ron, she
excelled at all of her subjects. Ginny sighed and rolled
over in her bed. It was late, a few minutes before midnight.
Her room mates were sleeping, but sleep was the last thing
on Ginny's mind. She sighed angrily and swung her feet to
the floor. It was cold, much colder for autumn that it
should have been.
Ginny was crept down the stairs toward the kitchen.
If she couldn't sleep, she would at least find some chocolate
to confide in. Half way to the kitchen that she heard something.
A voice, soft, but filled with scorn. There was an empty classroom
up ahead, that's where she guessed the voice was coming from.
The door was slightly ajar, Ginny tip-toed to the crack and peered in.
It was Draco Malfoy, that was clear. His white blonde
hair glimmered in the soft candle light. He was sneering, as
usual, but there was something else in the sneer, something
familiar in it when Ginny gazed at him. Ginny moved to the
left to see who it was Draco was sneering at. Ginny wasn't
surprised at who it was, Pansy Parkinson. "Draco's concubine,"
Ginny thought to herself. Pansy took a step closer to Draco,
she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Ginny inhaled
sharply and turned her head.
"Put some clothes on!" Draco ordered, harshly, throwing
Pansy her discarded robes.
Pansy caught her robes and spit in Draco's direction.
Pansy rushed to the door. Ginny had only moments to slide into
a corner. Pansy ran off quickly, disappearing in the dark.
Ginny turned back to the cracked door. Draco was sitting on
a desk. His head was down, a few strands of his hair falling
in his face. The look on his face caused Ginny to flinch.
The familiarity of Draco hit her again. "Sweet Ginny..." a
voice echoed in her head. Ginny shook her head violently to
get the voice to go away. "You belong to meeeee..." Ginny
gasped. "Ooops," she said inwardly. Ginny had gasped to loudly.
Draco looked up and looked toward the door. Ginny turned
and ran back to her room.
It was the weekend, which Ginny was thankful for.
She was finishing an essay for Potions, alone in the cafeteria.
It was quiet, for a change. Not a soul inhabited the place.
"Come to me, sweet Ginny..." the voice sounded in her head
again. He hadn't shown him self in years, why now did he
haunt her. "I'm dreaming, I'm imagining Tom's voice," Ginny
told herself. "No, I'm here, in you, I've always been in you..."
Ginny didn't see anything else, nothing but black.
Ginny knew she was dreaming, that was obvious.
It was dark, so dark and the air was cold. She was dressed
in a green robe, similar to that of the Slytherin robes.
She turned around. A boy was standing with his back to her.
"Hello," she called out, timidly.
The boy did not answer. Ginny walked toward him.
She reached out a hand and touched him. He was cold, so cold.
The boy slowly turned around. Ginny gasped. "It can't be,"
she thought.
"Tom?" she asked.
He simply bowed and closed the inches between him.
He was so tall and he reminded her of Harry. The black hair
the green eyes. All Tom needed was the scar and glasses, he
would be Harry.
"How..." she started, but was silenced by his finger on her lips.
"You have longed for me?" Tom rather stated than asked.
Ginny shook her head no.
"Liar!" he hissed.
Tom shook her and threw her to the ground. She landed
on her back and whimpered. Tom lowered himself to the ground
beside her. Ginny was to frightened to move, she layed still,
hoping against hope that this was meerly an dream.
"I have been with you for all these years. I have waited for
you to mature, to truly want me,"
"I do not..."
Tom quickly rolled on top of her. She whipered again.
His eyes, those cold, glaring eyes, she was lost in them.
"Do not lie, I may not be as strong as I once was, but I can still kill you,"
As if proving what he said was true, he grabbed both of
her wrists and held them above her head. Tom slowly tightened
his grip until she cried out in pain. Tom loosened his grip,
but still held her wrists.
"Tell me how much you want me," he whispered in her ear.
Ginny shivered. His warm breath was intoxicating.
Even though she feared for her life, she found herself wanting
to be held tightly by him.
"Tell me!" he hissed.
Ginny shifted her face from frightened look, to that of innocence. Tom looke at Ginny strangely, wondering what game she was playing. He released her from his strong hold. Ginny cupped his cheek with her right hand and slid her left arm around his waist. Tom smiled arrogantly.
"I am still weak, sweet Ginny, I will not be able to hold this dream much longer..."
Tom trailed off. The darkness was becomming lighter. A
look of panic crossed Tom's face. Ginny was confused. Tom glanced
down at Ginny. He touched her lips with his and all disappeared.
Ginny opened her eyes, she was laying in her bed, Ron and
Harry towering over her.
"What happened?" Ginny asked, wearily.
"We found you passed out in the cafeteria, you wouldn't wake up,"
Ron informed.
"Are you okay?" asked Harry.
"Always the valiant one," thought Ginny. She smiled sweetly
at Harry. He was still oblivious to the fact that she adored him,
all though it waned each day by his ignoring of her.
"Fine, I just must have fainted, lack of food or something," Ginny suggested.
Ron and Harry nodded.
"Well, we better get out of here, before someone catches us," Ron said.
Ron rushed out the door, Harry lagging behind. Just before
Harry slipped out the door, he gave Ginny one lasting glance, but
she was staring intently out the window.
Once again, Ginny found herself sneaking out to the kitchens.
She was hungry. She had missed lunch and and dinner, having a few
chocolate frogs only tided her over for a few hours. She passed
the classroom that had led to Tom Riddle's appearance last night.
Ginny shook her head. As she walked passed a hallway, a hand closed
around her mouth and one around her waist, pulling her into a corner.
She was slammed against a wall, roughly. She whimpered, expecting
Tom to be the one causing her pain. But, when she looked, she saw
gray eyes and white blonde hair. "Draco,"
Draco shoved her once more. Ginny felt her head bounce into
the wall, she momentarily saw stars. Seconds later, her vision was
cleared. Draco's hair was matted and it looked as if he had not slept
in days. Draco's eyes were as cold as ever, but something had changed,
something Ginny could not quite place.
"What did you hear last night, Weasley?" Draco hissed.
"How did you..."
"Know? What do you think I'm stupid? I saw your red flaming hair,"
Draco twirled a finger in her hair. She shivered.
"Draco, Harry said you hadn't been in Potions for..."
Draco shoved her back against the wall again. He held her,
leaning on her for support.
"Don't say his name," he ordered, "don't ever say his name."
Ginny nodded, but didn't think Draco was paying attention.
Ginny could hear Draco's breathing, it was soft and tickled her ear.
"Bet you went and told everyone how I couldn't get it up, huh.
Something else about Malfoy to make fun of. He's so cold, his
own mother and father don't love him..." Malfoy said, hoarsely.
Ginny knew that Draco was drunk, it was obvious. It
seemed to her that he was more telling himself these things than her.
"Do you know what it's like?"
Ginny was scared to answer him, she didn't know what
he would do in his drunken stupor.
"What what is like?"
"To be me?" Draco said, softly.
"To have more money than can be counted, to be popular in your
own house, to be lavished with gifts on a birthday and on
Christmas, sorry but, no," Ginny spat.
Draco scoffed.
"There's that Weasley temper flaring up? Am I keeping you from
something. A late night rendezvous with Potty? Oh, that's right
he's still an oblivious git that doesn't realize he's adored by you,"
Draco stumbled to the left, but Ginny caught him and contiued
to let him lean on her. Ginny wasn't sure why she didn't just shove
him off, he was so drunk, he would probably fall on his ass. But,
she wrapped her arms around his waist. She noticed, mingled, with
alcohol, a light cologne. It smelled good, almost like, "Tom," Ginny
thought. That was the familiarity of Draco. He was like Tom. The
pesonality's, only the looks were different she realized.
"Why do you both have to be so cruel?" Ginny asked, then immediatley
regretted it.
"What?" asked Draco, confused.
"I said...why do you have to be so cruel?"
Draco pushed himself off of Ginny.
"No, no, you said, why do you both, who else is cruel, Potty?"
"Hardly," muttered Ginny.
Draco groaned.
"If you didn't tell anyone about...why?" asked Draco, grabbing
her shoulders again.
"Why would I care what you do or what you don't do with Pansy?"
"You have something on me now, what'd you want, Weasley?"
Ginny had had enough of being called by her last name.
She shoved Draco away, he fell on his ass. Draco sat, stunned at her actions.
"I don't want anything, Malfoy, stay away or..."
"Or what, Potty will come and save you," Draco said, shakily standing
to his feet, "what will big brother come to the rescue, or will that
mudblood smartass read a book me to death?"
Ginny growled and hurled herself at Draco. She ran him into
what she thought was a wall, but was an open door to a classroom.
Draco fell through the door, Ginny on top of him. Ginny punched
Draco repeatedly in his ribs. She thought he was groaning in pain,
but he was laughing. Ginny jumped to her feet and kicked him.
Draco pulled Ginny down and rolled on top of her. He wore a smug
look on his face. Just this morning she had been in this position with Tom.
"Tell, me, Ginny, you had a taste of pure evil, did you enjoy it?"
Draco whispered, trailing a finger down her cheek.
Ginny glared at him, she was going to stay mute to him.
"You were his friend, you knew things about him. Do you want to know me, too?"
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Draco, you're clearly drunk and don't know what you're saying, get off of me..."
Draco ignored her and devoured her mouth with his.
Ginny gasped and stood still. She was shocked, utterly shocked.
Draco bit her tongue.
"Oww!" she hissed.
He continued to force his tongue into the caverns of her mouth.
Ginny surprised by her actions allowed him to do so. He unbuttoned her
robe and threw it to the side. She wore a simple nightgown underneath
and when he slipped it over her head, she still did not refuse him.
As the rest of her garments and his made a pile to the side of her,
Ginny still did nothing to stop Draco. Ginny, did not like Draco,
she loathed him, as he did her, but here in this classroom they
longed for each other. Draco paused for a moment.
"Tell me you want me," Draco ordered.
"I don't want you," Ginny defiantly, "I need to be released."
"Close enough," conceded Draco.
The name still sent shivers down her spine. It wasn't as
if she didn't have friends, she did, but it was something
about him that she missed. He was more than nice to her,
more than a friend, something she had longed for, something
she still longed for.
Ginny had never been strong. In will or in physical
attributes. She felt it was inevitable that she fall in love
with someone who was stronger than her, someone who dominated
her. Tom was a way of escaping. Her brothers, their taunting
and teasing, that never meant to hurt her, but always did.
And most of all her crush, the boy who lived, Harry Potter.
Ginny loved him, it was simple. It was his messy black hair,
those green eyes that flickered with mischief, and most of all
the way he was always willing to help anyone in need. In Ginny's
eyes, he was a knight in shining armor. He rescued her, he
would rescue anyone.
She was in her fifth year. It was boring. She
breezed through her classes, unlike her brother Ron, she
excelled at all of her subjects. Ginny sighed and rolled
over in her bed. It was late, a few minutes before midnight.
Her room mates were sleeping, but sleep was the last thing
on Ginny's mind. She sighed angrily and swung her feet to
the floor. It was cold, much colder for autumn that it
should have been.
Ginny was crept down the stairs toward the kitchen.
If she couldn't sleep, she would at least find some chocolate
to confide in. Half way to the kitchen that she heard something.
A voice, soft, but filled with scorn. There was an empty classroom
up ahead, that's where she guessed the voice was coming from.
The door was slightly ajar, Ginny tip-toed to the crack and peered in.
It was Draco Malfoy, that was clear. His white blonde
hair glimmered in the soft candle light. He was sneering, as
usual, but there was something else in the sneer, something
familiar in it when Ginny gazed at him. Ginny moved to the
left to see who it was Draco was sneering at. Ginny wasn't
surprised at who it was, Pansy Parkinson. "Draco's concubine,"
Ginny thought to herself. Pansy took a step closer to Draco,
she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Ginny inhaled
sharply and turned her head.
"Put some clothes on!" Draco ordered, harshly, throwing
Pansy her discarded robes.
Pansy caught her robes and spit in Draco's direction.
Pansy rushed to the door. Ginny had only moments to slide into
a corner. Pansy ran off quickly, disappearing in the dark.
Ginny turned back to the cracked door. Draco was sitting on
a desk. His head was down, a few strands of his hair falling
in his face. The look on his face caused Ginny to flinch.
The familiarity of Draco hit her again. "Sweet Ginny..." a
voice echoed in her head. Ginny shook her head violently to
get the voice to go away. "You belong to meeeee..." Ginny
gasped. "Ooops," she said inwardly. Ginny had gasped to loudly.
Draco looked up and looked toward the door. Ginny turned
and ran back to her room.
It was the weekend, which Ginny was thankful for.
She was finishing an essay for Potions, alone in the cafeteria.
It was quiet, for a change. Not a soul inhabited the place.
"Come to me, sweet Ginny..." the voice sounded in her head
again. He hadn't shown him self in years, why now did he
haunt her. "I'm dreaming, I'm imagining Tom's voice," Ginny
told herself. "No, I'm here, in you, I've always been in you..."
Ginny didn't see anything else, nothing but black.
Ginny knew she was dreaming, that was obvious.
It was dark, so dark and the air was cold. She was dressed
in a green robe, similar to that of the Slytherin robes.
She turned around. A boy was standing with his back to her.
"Hello," she called out, timidly.
The boy did not answer. Ginny walked toward him.
She reached out a hand and touched him. He was cold, so cold.
The boy slowly turned around. Ginny gasped. "It can't be,"
she thought.
"Tom?" she asked.
He simply bowed and closed the inches between him.
He was so tall and he reminded her of Harry. The black hair
the green eyes. All Tom needed was the scar and glasses, he
would be Harry.
"How..." she started, but was silenced by his finger on her lips.
"You have longed for me?" Tom rather stated than asked.
Ginny shook her head no.
"Liar!" he hissed.
Tom shook her and threw her to the ground. She landed
on her back and whimpered. Tom lowered himself to the ground
beside her. Ginny was to frightened to move, she layed still,
hoping against hope that this was meerly an dream.
"I have been with you for all these years. I have waited for
you to mature, to truly want me,"
"I do not..."
Tom quickly rolled on top of her. She whipered again.
His eyes, those cold, glaring eyes, she was lost in them.
"Do not lie, I may not be as strong as I once was, but I can still kill you,"
As if proving what he said was true, he grabbed both of
her wrists and held them above her head. Tom slowly tightened
his grip until she cried out in pain. Tom loosened his grip,
but still held her wrists.
"Tell me how much you want me," he whispered in her ear.
Ginny shivered. His warm breath was intoxicating.
Even though she feared for her life, she found herself wanting
to be held tightly by him.
"Tell me!" he hissed.
Ginny shifted her face from frightened look, to that of innocence. Tom looke at Ginny strangely, wondering what game she was playing. He released her from his strong hold. Ginny cupped his cheek with her right hand and slid her left arm around his waist. Tom smiled arrogantly.
"I am still weak, sweet Ginny, I will not be able to hold this dream much longer..."
Tom trailed off. The darkness was becomming lighter. A
look of panic crossed Tom's face. Ginny was confused. Tom glanced
down at Ginny. He touched her lips with his and all disappeared.
Ginny opened her eyes, she was laying in her bed, Ron and
Harry towering over her.
"What happened?" Ginny asked, wearily.
"We found you passed out in the cafeteria, you wouldn't wake up,"
Ron informed.
"Are you okay?" asked Harry.
"Always the valiant one," thought Ginny. She smiled sweetly
at Harry. He was still oblivious to the fact that she adored him,
all though it waned each day by his ignoring of her.
"Fine, I just must have fainted, lack of food or something," Ginny suggested.
Ron and Harry nodded.
"Well, we better get out of here, before someone catches us," Ron said.
Ron rushed out the door, Harry lagging behind. Just before
Harry slipped out the door, he gave Ginny one lasting glance, but
she was staring intently out the window.
Once again, Ginny found herself sneaking out to the kitchens.
She was hungry. She had missed lunch and and dinner, having a few
chocolate frogs only tided her over for a few hours. She passed
the classroom that had led to Tom Riddle's appearance last night.
Ginny shook her head. As she walked passed a hallway, a hand closed
around her mouth and one around her waist, pulling her into a corner.
She was slammed against a wall, roughly. She whimpered, expecting
Tom to be the one causing her pain. But, when she looked, she saw
gray eyes and white blonde hair. "Draco,"
Draco shoved her once more. Ginny felt her head bounce into
the wall, she momentarily saw stars. Seconds later, her vision was
cleared. Draco's hair was matted and it looked as if he had not slept
in days. Draco's eyes were as cold as ever, but something had changed,
something Ginny could not quite place.
"What did you hear last night, Weasley?" Draco hissed.
"How did you..."
"Know? What do you think I'm stupid? I saw your red flaming hair,"
Draco twirled a finger in her hair. She shivered.
"Draco, Harry said you hadn't been in Potions for..."
Draco shoved her back against the wall again. He held her,
leaning on her for support.
"Don't say his name," he ordered, "don't ever say his name."
Ginny nodded, but didn't think Draco was paying attention.
Ginny could hear Draco's breathing, it was soft and tickled her ear.
"Bet you went and told everyone how I couldn't get it up, huh.
Something else about Malfoy to make fun of. He's so cold, his
own mother and father don't love him..." Malfoy said, hoarsely.
Ginny knew that Draco was drunk, it was obvious. It
seemed to her that he was more telling himself these things than her.
"Do you know what it's like?"
Ginny was scared to answer him, she didn't know what
he would do in his drunken stupor.
"What what is like?"
"To be me?" Draco said, softly.
"To have more money than can be counted, to be popular in your
own house, to be lavished with gifts on a birthday and on
Christmas, sorry but, no," Ginny spat.
Draco scoffed.
"There's that Weasley temper flaring up? Am I keeping you from
something. A late night rendezvous with Potty? Oh, that's right
he's still an oblivious git that doesn't realize he's adored by you,"
Draco stumbled to the left, but Ginny caught him and contiued
to let him lean on her. Ginny wasn't sure why she didn't just shove
him off, he was so drunk, he would probably fall on his ass. But,
she wrapped her arms around his waist. She noticed, mingled, with
alcohol, a light cologne. It smelled good, almost like, "Tom," Ginny
thought. That was the familiarity of Draco. He was like Tom. The
pesonality's, only the looks were different she realized.
"Why do you both have to be so cruel?" Ginny asked, then immediatley
regretted it.
"What?" asked Draco, confused.
"I said...why do you have to be so cruel?"
Draco pushed himself off of Ginny.
"No, no, you said, why do you both, who else is cruel, Potty?"
"Hardly," muttered Ginny.
Draco groaned.
"If you didn't tell anyone about...why?" asked Draco, grabbing
her shoulders again.
"Why would I care what you do or what you don't do with Pansy?"
"You have something on me now, what'd you want, Weasley?"
Ginny had had enough of being called by her last name.
She shoved Draco away, he fell on his ass. Draco sat, stunned at her actions.
"I don't want anything, Malfoy, stay away or..."
"Or what, Potty will come and save you," Draco said, shakily standing
to his feet, "what will big brother come to the rescue, or will that
mudblood smartass read a book me to death?"
Ginny growled and hurled herself at Draco. She ran him into
what she thought was a wall, but was an open door to a classroom.
Draco fell through the door, Ginny on top of him. Ginny punched
Draco repeatedly in his ribs. She thought he was groaning in pain,
but he was laughing. Ginny jumped to her feet and kicked him.
Draco pulled Ginny down and rolled on top of her. He wore a smug
look on his face. Just this morning she had been in this position with Tom.
"Tell, me, Ginny, you had a taste of pure evil, did you enjoy it?"
Draco whispered, trailing a finger down her cheek.
Ginny glared at him, she was going to stay mute to him.
"You were his friend, you knew things about him. Do you want to know me, too?"
Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Draco, you're clearly drunk and don't know what you're saying, get off of me..."
Draco ignored her and devoured her mouth with his.
Ginny gasped and stood still. She was shocked, utterly shocked.
Draco bit her tongue.
"Oww!" she hissed.
He continued to force his tongue into the caverns of her mouth.
Ginny surprised by her actions allowed him to do so. He unbuttoned her
robe and threw it to the side. She wore a simple nightgown underneath
and when he slipped it over her head, she still did not refuse him.
As the rest of her garments and his made a pile to the side of her,
Ginny still did nothing to stop Draco. Ginny, did not like Draco,
she loathed him, as he did her, but here in this classroom they
longed for each other. Draco paused for a moment.
"Tell me you want me," Draco ordered.
"I don't want you," Ginny defiantly, "I need to be released."
"Close enough," conceded Draco.