Hello and welcome to my third story. It is a dark Ginny story, don't like don't read. Please read my other stories, Battle Field and Proverbs and Quotations!

Ginny sat in her room on the top floor of the Burrow. When she was little, she chose this room because it was right across from one of her favorite people in the whole world, her brother Ron. Now, with him and Hermione, his new girlfriend, closed away in there, she was beginning to wish she hadn't. She could hear the kissing from here. Ginny frowned. The weather outside, dank, dark, and storming, matched her mood almost perfectly. Maybe it matched Harry's too. Ginny sighed. Harry, her dark demon. Together, they were perfect. They could feel what no one else could, Voldemort's mind. It was a gorgeous thing, Harry and Ginny, locked in Ginny's room, in the throes of Harry's visions. No one knew that they enjoyed them, how they sighed with every Crucio, shuddered with every Imperio, and howled with every Avada Kedevra cast. Ginny grinned. The first time Harry had said, "I love you." was in a vision. They first time they made love was in a particularly nasty vision in which six muggles were slaughtered and five deatheaters marked. Ginny would never admit to anyone, but she had a little sadistic streak in her. Maybe it's what made her so susceptible to the diary in her second year. Her own darkness was just responding to His. Ginny giggled, remembering the things He had whispered in her ear. Things that had made her wiggle and squirm with pleasure. No one needed to know that. Ginny fell back onto her bed. She missed Harry. If he were here, she wouldn't have to listen to the sounds of Ron and Hermione making out. It was grating on her nerves, rubbing them raw and red. She felt as if she would snap at any second. The air stirred uneasily around her, moved by the magic now surrounding her. She sighed. All alone up here and Harry a hundred miles away. Well, she could make her own fun, couldn't she? The storm roared and raged outside, and the lightening that flashed was reflected on savagely bared teeth and cold, liquid fire eyes. She could make her own fun.

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