She hated him. Ginny could think of no other way to describe
the feeling she had for Draco. Ginny plopped on down on her
bed. "I won't sleep, I won't sleep, I won't..." Ginny
opened her eyes.
"No, please, no..." Ginny whispered.
She closed her eyes, attempting to will herself
awake. Ginny layed down on the ground and curled into a
ball. When she opened her eyes moments later, she was in
Tom's bed. He was there, beside her, she could feel his
green eyes on her back. Ginny trembled as he wrapped an
arm around her waist.
"It's so interesting," stated Tom.
"What is," Ginny murmured.
"That you try so hard to not fall asleep, yet, by, well,
being with the blonde boy, you tire yourself out even more.
Could it be, you just want him and not to stay awake for a few hours,"
Ginny gasped. "Oh, my god, he's right, do I actually
want, Malfoy?" She cowered in his Tom's arms. He held her close.
"Don't worry, sweet Ginny, I no longer need you," Tom spat,
shoving her out of the bed.
Ginny landed with a thud on the floor. She opened
her eyes, she was back in her room. Ginny stood up quickly,
it was morning, the first traces of sun light filtered through
the window. She saw the legs of someone standing on her bed.
As her gaze trailed upward, she stopped at Tom's face. He was
real, and a look of lust was etched in his features. She began
to tremble again. He reached down and offered a hand to her.
Ginny wanted to run from the room, but something told her to grasp
his hand. She cautiously placed her pale hand into his, he pulled
her up onto the bed, in a quick moment she was pillowed under
his body. Tom seemed so vunerable to Ginny at the moment.
His head was buried in her neck, placing light kisses all
along it. Ginny couldn't believe he was alive. Voldemort
was alive and rising in power, hiding out, but still strong.
If it was true, then how could he, well, his younger self be
here. "Maybe he has two souls," pondered Ginny.
"Yes," Tom said.
"Yes what?" Ginny asked.
Tom lifted his head from her neck and layed on her.
It was as if he wanted to be as near as possible to her.
"As I wrote in the diary, my sixteen year old self was trapped
forever, I wasn't quite evil then, borderline actually," he explain.
"But, the way you acted..."
"Stupidity. When I saw, I had you to be with. A warm caring
person that would love me. You make me want to be a better..."
"A better what, Tom?"
"Person, Ginny. I need you," he whispered, pulling her tighter.
"I don't understand, how can we be together? If Dumbledore
ever saw you, he'd kill you. You're real, flesh and bone, Tom.
What do you expect to keep learning at Hogwarts? Just walk down
to breakfeast with me, sit at the Slytherin table? Be realistic,"
"I am," he hissed, violently.
"You would just forget what you did to Myrtle..."
"The snake did that, not me,"
"Yes, but did you feel sorry about it?"
"Of course, I did still have a conscience,"
"Then, how could you..."
"It was Salazar Slytherin, his spirit posessed me, I could not resist,"
"Okay, saying I actually believe that Slytherin got to you,
what about all the other things, with Hagrid and others?"
"I'm a Slytherin to core, my ancestor Salazar. We're mean,
cold, and harsh, but not all of us are true evil. The funny
thing is, I can't remember any of the horrific things I did
as Voldemort, only up until the end of the diary. So, the
worst thing I did that I can remember, is the whole threating
Hagrid with telling of his pet,"
It made sense to Ginny. If he was really posessed by
Salazar, maybe he could live out a better life, one without
murder on his hands.
"All rigt, Tom, let's go see Dumbledore," Ginny suggested.
They crept passed many classrooms to get to Dumbledore.
Ginny and Tom stood hand and hand outside his door. Ginny looked up at Tom.
"I'll go tell him, try to prepare him. Wait here," Ginny ordered.
Tom watched as Ginny knocked at the door and then walked in.
He couldn't help but think of how brave she was. "A true Gryffindor,
my salvation, my Ginny," Tom thought. His words were true. Salazar
had posessed him and made him open the Chamber of Secrets. Tom
waited impatiently outside of Dumbledore's door. A while later
the door creaked open.
"Mr. Riddle, please, come in,"
Tom would know that voice anywhere, it was Albus Dumbledore.
the feeling she had for Draco. Ginny plopped on down on her
bed. "I won't sleep, I won't sleep, I won't..." Ginny
opened her eyes.
"No, please, no..." Ginny whispered.
She closed her eyes, attempting to will herself
awake. Ginny layed down on the ground and curled into a
ball. When she opened her eyes moments later, she was in
Tom's bed. He was there, beside her, she could feel his
green eyes on her back. Ginny trembled as he wrapped an
arm around her waist.
"It's so interesting," stated Tom.
"What is," Ginny murmured.
"That you try so hard to not fall asleep, yet, by, well,
being with the blonde boy, you tire yourself out even more.
Could it be, you just want him and not to stay awake for a few hours,"
Ginny gasped. "Oh, my god, he's right, do I actually
want, Malfoy?" She cowered in his Tom's arms. He held her close.
"Don't worry, sweet Ginny, I no longer need you," Tom spat,
shoving her out of the bed.
Ginny landed with a thud on the floor. She opened
her eyes, she was back in her room. Ginny stood up quickly,
it was morning, the first traces of sun light filtered through
the window. She saw the legs of someone standing on her bed.
As her gaze trailed upward, she stopped at Tom's face. He was
real, and a look of lust was etched in his features. She began
to tremble again. He reached down and offered a hand to her.
Ginny wanted to run from the room, but something told her to grasp
his hand. She cautiously placed her pale hand into his, he pulled
her up onto the bed, in a quick moment she was pillowed under
his body. Tom seemed so vunerable to Ginny at the moment.
His head was buried in her neck, placing light kisses all
along it. Ginny couldn't believe he was alive. Voldemort
was alive and rising in power, hiding out, but still strong.
If it was true, then how could he, well, his younger self be
here. "Maybe he has two souls," pondered Ginny.
"Yes," Tom said.
"Yes what?" Ginny asked.
Tom lifted his head from her neck and layed on her.
It was as if he wanted to be as near as possible to her.
"As I wrote in the diary, my sixteen year old self was trapped
forever, I wasn't quite evil then, borderline actually," he explain.
"But, the way you acted..."
"Stupidity. When I saw, I had you to be with. A warm caring
person that would love me. You make me want to be a better..."
"A better what, Tom?"
"Person, Ginny. I need you," he whispered, pulling her tighter.
"I don't understand, how can we be together? If Dumbledore
ever saw you, he'd kill you. You're real, flesh and bone, Tom.
What do you expect to keep learning at Hogwarts? Just walk down
to breakfeast with me, sit at the Slytherin table? Be realistic,"
"I am," he hissed, violently.
"You would just forget what you did to Myrtle..."
"The snake did that, not me,"
"Yes, but did you feel sorry about it?"
"Of course, I did still have a conscience,"
"Then, how could you..."
"It was Salazar Slytherin, his spirit posessed me, I could not resist,"
"Okay, saying I actually believe that Slytherin got to you,
what about all the other things, with Hagrid and others?"
"I'm a Slytherin to core, my ancestor Salazar. We're mean,
cold, and harsh, but not all of us are true evil. The funny
thing is, I can't remember any of the horrific things I did
as Voldemort, only up until the end of the diary. So, the
worst thing I did that I can remember, is the whole threating
Hagrid with telling of his pet,"
It made sense to Ginny. If he was really posessed by
Salazar, maybe he could live out a better life, one without
murder on his hands.
"All rigt, Tom, let's go see Dumbledore," Ginny suggested.
They crept passed many classrooms to get to Dumbledore.
Ginny and Tom stood hand and hand outside his door. Ginny looked up at Tom.
"I'll go tell him, try to prepare him. Wait here," Ginny ordered.
Tom watched as Ginny knocked at the door and then walked in.
He couldn't help but think of how brave she was. "A true Gryffindor,
my salvation, my Ginny," Tom thought. His words were true. Salazar
had posessed him and made him open the Chamber of Secrets. Tom
waited impatiently outside of Dumbledore's door. A while later
the door creaked open.
"Mr. Riddle, please, come in,"
Tom would know that voice anywhere, it was Albus Dumbledore.