A/N: Fair warning. This is a dark fic. This story will not be lighthearted, far from it.

T/W: Mild violence.

Michael Corner pulls her toward him and covers her mouth with his own. She tilts her head slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He tastes faintly of pumpkin juice and chocolate frogs. With an anguished moan, he presses her against the cold castle stone, his hands roaming over her body.

"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny." He whispers between hot kisses.

A shiver runs down her spine and suddenly silence surrenders her.

Stupid Little Ginny.

Her fingers curl into fits on Michael's shoulders. She tries to sink into the feel of his ragged breath ghostling her cheek, but all she can hear is the thumping of her heart against her chest.

Mine! You're mine!

She shoves Michael away from her as hard as she can. He stumbles back, eyes opening wide in confusion.

Good girl.

Sweat drenches her skin. His voice feels like icy daggers straight to her heart. She must be dreaming. He is dead, she is sure of it.

"What's wrong?" Michael asks.

"Stay back!"

Tears cloud her eyes. The air becomes thicker, harder to breathe. He is dead. Tom is dead.

Am I?

"Merlin! You're crying, Ginny."

Michael moves toward her and she pulls out her wand.

"I said stay back!"

The tip of her wand buzzes dangerously. Michael watches her with a wounded look on his face.

"Did I do something wrong?"

No. He did nothing wrong.

Of course, he did!

Slowly, Michael reaches out and puts a warm palm on her cheek.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" He brushes some tears away.

Her inside clenches. She feels it again, the darkness that possessed her three years ago. He wants to jump right out of her skin, and the thought of it terrifies her. Her trembling fingers tighten around her wand. He is back, she knows it.

Did you miss me, Little Ginny?

She squeezes her eyes shut. Tom is back. How is this possible?

Well, I promised to never let you go, didn't I? Now, tell this idiot you're mine.

"I'm not yours!"

She swishes her wand viciously. The incantation escapes her mouth before she knows it. It's a spell she has never heard about. A streak of purple flame strikes Michael right across the chest like a blunt knife.

Michael stares at her with wide eyes. He lets out a small cry, then blood oozes out of his mouth. The colour drains out of his face as he collapses to the floor.

She slumps against the cold castle stone. Michael's once warm eyes are now a scary pale blue. Tears burst forth again, spilling down her face.

What have you done, Tom?

Me? I didn't do anything.

You killed him!

But it wasn't me, Little Ginny. Look at your hands.

She looks down at her hands, they are stained with dark red blood. She shakes her head. It wasn't her! She didn't do it!

Tom laughs.

Ginny Weasley wakes up with a start, heart hammering in her chest and sweating profusely. Immediately, her eyes find her hands. She examines them carefully. Nothing. They are their usual fair tone.

It was a dream. Just a horrifying dream. She draws a deep breath. Of course, it was! Tom Riddle is gone.

The door of her dorm bursts open.

"What the hell, Demelza!" Someone groans from another bed.

"Guess what?" Demelza's voice fills the room. "They found Michael Corner's body near the Slytherin Common Room."