Chapter 1 You don't seem to understand

His cold hands worked his way over her young body, as she stood frightened.

" Tom... I don't understand..?

". It's not to be understood. What's wrong. Do you not trust me?" Knowing the reply the girl would offer

" NO! Of course I trust you. I've never trusted anyone more...I swear.. ...but. .I don't understand.. I was talking to you in my dorm room and then.. you told me to follow you...and. I ended up here.. Where are we...it seems so...unreal Tom... I don't understand... Why are you touching me like this Tom?...it. doesn't feel right."

" Of course it feels right. It gives me a great deal of satisfaction knowing that no one has ever touched you the way I am now. That I am the first." He bent down and whispered into her ear " that I will be the only one to do so."

" Tom... You're frightening me please... stop.."

"Shhhh.. It's all right.. Don't worry. you won't remember a thing when you wake. It'll be over soon Ginevra..."

" no.. please.. Tom.. please stop it.. please..." all you heard.. in the distance. was the scream. of a young girl.

Ginny awoke in her in her bed covered in sweat. She hadn't had dreams about her experience with Tom in a long time. She ran her fingers lightly through her soft long red hair.

" I was so stupid !" she mumbled to herself" I should have known ! I should have done something!". Tears started spilling form her eyes as her mind drifted back to her first year at Hogwarts, back to the year in which a leather bound diary was her closet friend.

" Stop it Ginny ! Stop it !" she said wiping her tears on her pajama sleeve "Stop crying. don't cry for something he did. Not again, He's not worth it!" Almost as if in command her tears stopped falling from her tightly shut eyes.

She threw her head back onto he pillow and stared up at her now navy colored ceiling which was currently illuminated by the brightly lit moon just outside her window. She took in her surroundings and smiled. Her room was completely different from the room she had when she was eleven. Her experience with Tom changed the person she was Almost as if she was someone new entirely. Ginny sighed remembering the events of that summer.

She had come home. She was so happy to finally be back to the burrow. She was still fearful but. She felt safe when she was home. When she came home she was smothered with hugs and kisses from her mother,. She seemed to feel guilty for not being there enough for her daughter which she believed, lead her to turn to Tom instead.

As Ginny started walking up the stairs leading to her room she stopped as she reached her door. She was almost hesitant to open it, as if she would find something in there that she wasn't quite ready for. As she slowly opened the door she took in the sight of her room. Without so much as letting out a noise she slowly slid down to the wooden floor. Tears were leaking from her eyes and her hands were clutching her head.

" I cant !! I cant do it !!"

" Ginny !! Ginny ! what's wrong ?.. ". Ron had noticed her reaction and ran to her side and embraced her, worry written all over his face

" Ron !!! please Ron. I cant .. please don't make me.. Please, please!! " . she was now clutching on to him for her life..

" . Ron. I cant please don't make me I cant go in that room."

" its all right Ginny. You don't have to go in. Its all right I'm right here. You don't have to go in there."

" Thank you..." she said loosening her grip on him and calming down.

Ginny spent that night and several afterwards sleeping in Ron's room. As she reminisced on that event she silently laughed to herself.

' that room... it reminded me too much of that girl Tom took. The girl I no longer. That room didn't belong to me. It belonged to sweet innocent naive little Ginny Weasley. And...that's not who I am any longer. Tom took that all away from. I couldn't bear seeing that room with toy unicorns, and that old painting Bill gave me when I was turning 8, of a princess with long golden hair letting her prince in. I was no longer that girl that believed that one day she would be that princess. or that girl that believed she would one day own a unicorn of her very own. I'm now Ginny Weasley, A young women who isn't quite so innocent anymore. and if anything, defiantly not naive.'