First Loves and Worst Nightmares (Tom Riddle/Ginny)

Day 902 and I'm still not JK Rowling. She wouldn't drop a piano on her toe and need medical intervention. She'd know better. - DG)

Ginny rolled over, trying to find comfort in her bed. The bedclothes were too warm, constricting and restraining tonight. A tang of blood wafted into her, bringing unexpected comfort. She drifted to sleep.

Ah, Ginny, so nice to see you tonight. I'm glad you came to visit.

Tom. You've been dead years to me. Why tonight, of all times, do you beckon?

Why not tonight, when another man had what I took the first time from you?

But he loves me, and I love him in return.

But I had you first, tasted your tender flesh, heard your screams of agony that brought joy to my life.

But that was then, but why now? Why are you here with me tonight?

Because that boy who had your body never seduced your soul like I did, has he?

No, only you've touched that part of me, understood me entirely.

So why shouldn't I come to you tonight, the first night you were truly a woman, and listen to the seductions only I can offer? I, who knows your soul best of all, and feasts on your nightmares, and drinks in your sorrow?

But Harry killed you twice over. Everyone save me had a part in destroying you completely.

bBut you never did, did you? You were the one who wanted me to live with you forever. I'm the one you turn to in your best and worst moments, the one who knows you best of all?/bp

That's not true. Hermione and Luna know me best. p

Do they? Have you told them about me, about what happened those cold lonely nights in your bed, behind the curtains at night when you poured out your soul to me in agony? Have you told them those painful first days at school, when your brothers ignored you entirely, your best friends didn't know you existed, and the boy you fawned over didn't acknowledge your presence? Did you tell them that you didn't get a letter from Mummy and Daddy until a month had passed?

Well, no, that was then and not now. I got a letter from Mum the day before term ended, yelling at me for choosing to stay here tonight.

Silly little girl. Choosing his body over my soul will never placate you. The day you told me I could crawl into your mind was the best day of your life. No matter how hard you try, no matter how old and wrinkled that boy grows, I'm the one who will grow old with you. I'm in your mind, and I'm never leaving you. That was what you begged for that first week at school. 'Don't leave me Tom!'

Not true Tom. He loves me, and showed me tonight for the first time. The things he did -

He only tasted leftovers. I had your soul and your heart from the first moment we met. Your flesh is nothing to seducing your soul with the pretty words that were easy to give a child.

Bollocks. You took like a predator tearing flesh and bone and blood, taking what you wanted without listening to me.

Truth. I saw you at your lowest point, your miserable wallowing worst; loved you when you were pitiful and dirty, and continued to love you when you were sorrowful and shamed. I love you now, when you are lying here with him, chained to the pleasures of the flesh and sensations he gave you.

I was a child then, ignorant of the world and the torments you inflicted upon me. You never loved me.

But here you are, arguing against logic now with me, the first love of your life while lying next to his side, flesh to pitiful flesh. Whom did you think of when you were screaming his name? Certainly not his that rattled around in your mind. No, that was my name that passed your heart to your mind. Only his name passed your lips, flesh made sound.

You took what wasn't yours to give, imprinted on my mind with darkest magic when I was most vulnerable. Years have passed, yet you still cannot give me what I need. You only take what you wanted, never giving in return.

Of course I took what I wanted. You offered your soul freely. Your body was a special treat, flesh upon flesh to feast upon as a succulent treat for your screams. Only the bag of flesh next to you interrupted the ultimate taking. Your life for mine would have been a fair trade. A silly little girl for a grown man ready for power to rule further: that would have been a worthy taking./bp

I hate you. It's been years and I still loathe you.

Yet your eyes still look for me in shadows and under the masquerade of humanity that you surround yourself with. The ones who stimulate you now, making that weak heart in your chest thump just a touch faster, don't compare to the seductive words I still whisper in your ear. That boy beside you, indulgent in skin and sweat and stink of sex, do nothing that I cannot make happen first. His kisses only remind you of what I had first. You didn't need more, only my seductive yet empty promises.

You used me then tossed me away when Harry showed interest, only crawling back to my side when he threw you away like the bastard you are.

Silly girl, of course I used you. I never loved you, only took your flesh for my own, breaking you for my own needs, using you for my own quest for power. Years past, and I still can make you quiver in desire just with the thought of me whispering in your ear.

Liar!

Am I now? Run your hands down your body and feel how tight your nipples are. Let your hands travel further and see how my words rend your flesh wanting. Time passes, and yet you still crave the flesh I never gave you, only taking blood for my own needs to grow powerful. Just the thought of a small touch upon innocent flesh drive you mad with desire.

Liar! I hate you!

Of course you hate me. You can only hate which you loved first. You loved me before you knew what love was, before the twit next to you fondled your skin. Love is pain, heartache, breaking and anguish. You crave me, flesh to flesh.

Get out! Get out of my mind you bastard!

I never will. You brought me in here, swaddled in comfort and innocence, and we shall grow old together, one mind, one flesh, one heart, as long as they all function. The scars I left on you, the ones that no one else will ever see, are mine to cherish as long as I am here. You are mine, Ginny Weasley, for eternity. The twat next to you is nothing compared to what you lost the first time.

You forget yourself, Tom. Anything's possible if you have enough nerve. My brothers taught me that, and I learned that out there where you never lived. I'm not the child you corrupted those years ago. I'm blooded, tempered in Fire, fearless now that I know I am loved, and I will be damned if you stay in my head evermore. You tried to kill him thrice over, and yet his flesh still resides, beating fire and giving rise to the flesh that I crave. You scorned flesh for immortality and corruption, losing the one thing that I crave most of all: a beating heart.

I had yours, before that boy saved you.

That man has one thing that you never considered – courage made flesh. Any fool can kill. A real man is willing to die for his friends to protect them. You couldn't kill him, and yet he's here now, skin to skin with me, feasting on my flesh while you pine away in my soul. There is nothing you can give me, except lust and empty promises. Lust I have; love I need. I don't need you.

You can't kill me.

Maybe so, but I can rend you impotent like the fiend you are. You corrupted me, but also made me the powerful witch I am now. I'm not the child you first tarnished. I'm the witch who is casting you aside, to be forgotten once and for all.

You'll never forget me. You'd miss me.

Oh really? Then watch me put a fang through your presence for the last time. Goodbye Tom.

Ginny rolled over, feeling the hairs on Harry's chest tickle her fingers. She knew he wasn't truly asleep, but waiting for her to speak to him.

A peck on his chapped lips, and a smile for her in the darkness greeted her with love and adoration.

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you."

No, hissed the voice inside her head.

Good riddance, Tom.