"I won't do this anymore." Her words were strong; her voice was not.
He kissed her throat. Soft kisses.
"But it feels so good…" He moved up to her neck.
She breathed deeply and tried to control herself.
"I…mustn't…it's…not…" He was so close to her lips now.
"Ginevra…you cannot fight me."
He was right.
God, she hated him being right.
Suddenly, his lips touched hers and all apprehension disappeared.
Their limbs became one, a blur of soft touches and not so soft caresses.
She lay in his arms, feeling contented yet unclean.
This was not an abnormal feeling for the youngest Weasley.
He first entered her dreams at the start of second year, and he had never left.
He'd taken everything from her: her life, her love and her purity.
She wished she had more to give.
She could feel him stirring, and knew it was time for her to awaken.
"I'll leave you now my dear, till tomorrow night."
She said nothing; there was nothing to say.
He kissed her softly, leaving her wanting more.
A single tear fell down her pale cheek.
"I love you Tom."
A flicker of emotion passed over Tom Riddle's face.
It was gone just as fast as it appeared.
"I know Ginevra."