Ginny For Real
Poor Ginny, Sweet Ginny, weak Ginny, Innocent Ginny. That's all she heard since her second year at Hogwarts. She would just smile and say nothing about it.
While all along poor, sweet, weak, innocent Ginny had a hatred. It tugged at her heart a heart that had frozen over with that very hatred. In her mind a name was etched in shiny black ink like it once was on that yellowed diary page in her own careful tidy handwriting.
She wants revenge so bad that she can't sleep it makes her whole body ache. She finally feels ready. She takes out the parchment that she has been working endlessly on. Trying to re-create an old friends spell. With her quill in that familiar careful, tidy writing she wrote that name. a name she hasn't written in three long years
Tom? Are you there?
Ginny?
It's me Tom. Come back to me please.
A sudden chill rushed over Ginny a familiar face stared at her with a lustful smile. His cold eyes examined her stopping just below her neckline. "You look nice, you've developed into a lovely young woman." He placed an icy kiss on her pink lips a bit shocked that she didn't pull away as she had when she was eleven. In fact she responded with a smile. Feeling very encouraged he reached for the top button of her white silk blouse. When she didn't protest he slowly unbuttoned the other buttons and reached around for the latch of her lace bra. Running his left hand over here firm breast, he used his right hand to unzip her navy blue mini skirt. He placed a kiss on her navel.Then on both her thighs. She shivered a little but did not stop him. With a speed she'd never seen before he unziped his own pants. He pushed her bare pale body against the cold stone walls. He was like ice inside her the pain was not like anything she'd ever known before. But she didn't let her self cry or say anything. For if she did the spell could not be completed. He whispered he loves her and she smiled. but that smile held the secret only she knew. For once he had sex with her she would have complete control over him. She could now have the revenge that she had longed for so badley.
She could never know how pleasing his tears could be. The strawberry lines that she would trace with her own icy fingers that ran all over his body, self inflicted but just barely. He bore the same look she did when she realized that he never loved her and that she was just one part of his plan.
Over time her icy heart began to soften. Day by day, slow cut by painfully slow cut she felt the much needed relief.
After a few months hardly a spot was left on his body that didn't have a pretty little scar on it. So she told him where he needed to cut now. He took the knife from his left ear to his chin but suprisingly Ginny wasn't satisfied as drops of blood trickled onto his neck her eyes lit up with delight. she took the knife in her own frecked hand and slit Tom's neck. The scarlet blood against his pale bare body was so beautiful. she began to kiss his body the blood against her lips was so pleasent. she mounted Tom for the last time pulling and pushing him in and out of her. And as she did Tom took his last painful breath and Ginny was released from the prison she locked herself in and her once icy heart was completely thawed. And horrror came over her face as she laced her small hand into his and plunged the knife into her heart. And thats how they were foung the next day two pale naked body's in one endless puddle of blood.
Poor Ginny, Sweet Ginny, weak Ginny, Innocent Ginny. That's all she heard since her second year at Hogwarts. She would just smile and say nothing about it.
While all along poor, sweet, weak, innocent Ginny had a hatred. It tugged at her heart a heart that had frozen over with that very hatred. In her mind a name was etched in shiny black ink like it once was on that yellowed diary page in her own careful tidy handwriting.
She wants revenge so bad that she can't sleep it makes her whole body ache. She finally feels ready. She takes out the parchment that she has been working endlessly on. Trying to re-create an old friends spell. With her quill in that familiar careful, tidy writing she wrote that name. a name she hasn't written in three long years
Tom? Are you there?
Ginny?
It's me Tom. Come back to me please.
A sudden chill rushed over Ginny a familiar face stared at her with a lustful smile. His cold eyes examined her stopping just below her neckline. "You look nice, you've developed into a lovely young woman." He placed an icy kiss on her pink lips a bit shocked that she didn't pull away as she had when she was eleven. In fact she responded with a smile. Feeling very encouraged he reached for the top button of her white silk blouse. When she didn't protest he slowly unbuttoned the other buttons and reached around for the latch of her lace bra. Running his left hand over here firm breast, he used his right hand to unzip her navy blue mini skirt. He placed a kiss on her navel.Then on both her thighs. She shivered a little but did not stop him. With a speed she'd never seen before he unziped his own pants. He pushed her bare pale body against the cold stone walls. He was like ice inside her the pain was not like anything she'd ever known before. But she didn't let her self cry or say anything. For if she did the spell could not be completed. He whispered he loves her and she smiled. but that smile held the secret only she knew. For once he had sex with her she would have complete control over him. She could now have the revenge that she had longed for so badley.
She could never know how pleasing his tears could be. The strawberry lines that she would trace with her own icy fingers that ran all over his body, self inflicted but just barely. He bore the same look she did when she realized that he never loved her and that she was just one part of his plan.
Over time her icy heart began to soften. Day by day, slow cut by painfully slow cut she felt the much needed relief.
After a few months hardly a spot was left on his body that didn't have a pretty little scar on it. So she told him where he needed to cut now. He took the knife from his left ear to his chin but suprisingly Ginny wasn't satisfied as drops of blood trickled onto his neck her eyes lit up with delight. she took the knife in her own frecked hand and slit Tom's neck. The scarlet blood against his pale bare body was so beautiful. she began to kiss his body the blood against her lips was so pleasent. she mounted Tom for the last time pulling and pushing him in and out of her. And as she did Tom took his last painful breath and Ginny was released from the prison she locked herself in and her once icy heart was completely thawed. And horrror came over her face as she laced her small hand into his and plunged the knife into her heart. And thats how they were foung the next day two pale naked body's in one endless puddle of blood.