Sorry! I meant to update something else and this popped out instead.

I may do one from Ginny's and Harry's view. Depends on responses

I guess...

Reviews Welcome, Flames will be used for Marshmellows...

His touch was gentle. His papery finger caressing the girl's chilled arms. She moaned and trashed about, her skin covered in a fine sheen. It was so hard to breathe but her lungs fought and she tried to scream.

Her hair hung over his forearm, its color bleeding onto his black robes. A grin curled his lips, slick words whispered into his lover's ear. She desperately clung to him, useless as it was. She wanted to escape but she didn't want him to let go.

His face was the only thing she could focus on, the rest of her surroundings were blurred beyond recognition. 'Please, I don't want to, I can't,' the though swirled in her mind but she had no will left to enforce it.

He moved his hand over her face, drinking in her childish fears, letting his soul slowly overtake hers. She arched up, her back violently shaping into a bow. Her nails racked the bedspread, leaving them ragged and broken.

The screams were swallowed by his voice, that warm voice that soothed her mind. "It will be over soon, you will no longer have to worry. I will take care of you."

She could feel herself weakening, her body no longer within her own control. His face loomed over hers. His lips crashed onto hers, painfully pushing her into darkness.

He carried her through dark corridors and passages. His stark brown eyes drank her in, her freckles artlessly entranced him. He eyed her hungrily and he admired how her skin glowed in the dankness of the chamber.

A shadow no more, he was now solid like her. He greedily dug long pale hands into the soft flesh of her shoulders and legs. He carried her to the stone monument, intent on his final emergence.

He set her on her own two feet, but she pooled onto the stone floor. Her head lolled onto his chest and she gave herself over to him, her body cradled on his lap.

Her dark version of Harry, she sank into him. A version she had invited. One that would take what she had so foolishly offered. She looked on, outside of her own consciousness.

He would not let her get away, he yanked her back. She didn't want to enjoy his presence, didn't want to want more of him. Ginny turned feebly, trying to move from his attentions.

Angry at her denial, his hands pinned her cruelly. She let him take her first kiss, her innocence. Everything she had once promised to her hero. He stole the last dregs of her soul, content to finally possess her.

He laid her down, arranging and showcasing her youth. He would leave her to lie there preserving her forever as his favorite accomplice. She would not survive this time, he had drained her.

Her pleas became intolerable as she no longer called out to him but for this Harry.

"Harry will defeat you," she screamed.

A savage wave of jealousy overwhelmed him. He staggered but he looked down at her once more. "How noble will he be, when he finds out how tainted you are?" he sneered.

He hid wanting to absorb the reaction of this Potter. He wanted to meet the boy, wanted to show him how he robbed him of his love before he knew her.

Regardless of what transpired this night, Ginny Weasley would always belong to him.