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A/N: Wow, I took a very long break from this fic, almost forgot I had it... Are there anyone out there who's still reading this?

Warning! there's some sexual content further down, so I'll appreciate it if you stop reading if you don't like that kind of stuff, OK? It's quite a lot of violence, not for tender minds... Great, now we've got that out of the way, here's the chapter!

Chapter 11: The Bed of Roses

Pansy stood still, her vacant eyes shedding tears of blood that were leaving a red trail down her porcelein cheeks. Much worry and despair filled the surrounding air, and the un-dead girl knew that someone was going to die this night. Everything was quiet, even the Slytherins in the common room were quiet, like they were all bewitched... Or dead.

"Insane." Pansy whispered as she felt a breath of warm air against her blemished neck. It gave her shivers all the way down to her toes.

Blaise appeared in front of her, "If you're going to speak," He caressed her cheek. "can you please tell me something about what happened in here?" He looked concerned, he was so sincere.

Pansy pulled her feet up against her chin and started rocking back and forth in the bed, her thoughts running wild through her tortured mind. What would she tell him? What could he expect?

"Pansy," He started. "You know I wont hurt Draco if that's what you're worried about," Pansy turned her gaze over to him, raising an eye-brow in disbelief. "Well, not much anyways. Did he do something to you or Ginny?" Blaise said softly.

Pansy couldn't hold it in any longer, he had to know. "It's Him!" She hissed, hushing him as he opened his mouth. He gave her a questioning look and all Pansy could do was to stare at him with her emerald eyes sprung wide open in fear. She didn't dare to speak of it, maybe he would hear her and come for her. He couldn't risk anyone knowing that he was here, such a pathetic soul had to be careful. It was odd how she feared the creature, she shouldn't do so, she should've been brave and stood up to Him.

But no.

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Ginny watched Draco search the forest for her. She was on the roof, trying to clear her head. It agitated her that Draco's presence was nowhere to be felt, he should be there, but she was starting to fear that he had died when Voldemort had taken possession of his body. 'No, don't think that way...' She told herself, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly a bright light, so pale and pure rose up from the forest, like a shooting star. Ginny couldn't see what it was at first, but soon she realized that it was Draco. He was flying and obviously headed in her direction. She was frozen.

I found you, darling, now you'll be mine... She heard his voice in her head, and no sooner could she feel his cold touch upon her shoulder, janking her up from the roof and pulling her gracefully into a passionate dance. He had so much power over her, he was the puppeteer and she was his puppet; such a dramatic dance was rare even for theaters.

The man was oozing with fiery desire and an agonizing fury for the beauty of the creature he held in his embrace as they soared over the roof. The woman was staring so intensily at him that one should think she was trying to stare him to his death with every single piece of hatred she had left in her, though even for this; she moved perfectly to the rhythms of their dance and showed no other sign of hostility towards the blonde male with the red irises.

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"Come Blaise," Pansy pulled Blaise after her, through the Slytherin common room and out to the dungeon stairs. They ran up and continued further to the Hogwarts grounds. Many an emotion passed through her heart when she saw the dazzling moon weeping in the black sky, a red circle surrounding it.

"Pansy," Blaise said and pointed at the roof. "Look!" He hissed and began to jog towards the castle again. Pansy turned around and tried to figure out what Blaise had seen, but she couldn't see anything.

"What are you looking at, Blaise, huh? You're supposed to be looking for Draco and Ginny, not some bloody fucking owls!" Pansy screamed in frustration as she saw a flock of owls fly in circles around the Gryffindor tower. Blaise looked at her as if she had just awakened a horrifying beast, and maybe she had. She shouldn't have screamed.

Blaise, who assumed that no one had heard her, sighed silently, wrapped one arm around her and hastily dragged her closer to the castle, before releasing her. "Can you fly up there, or is that just some of Draco's bragging?" He asked her. "He tells me a lot of bullshit about what vampires can and cannot do among many other things, a whole lot, but I'm really hoping this one's true, 'cause I just saw the blonde bastard have a little dancing session with our 'dear' Ginny on top of this roof, and I'm pretty sure they're not celebrating some sort of anniversary, Pans, I think he's thinking more in the lines of slaughtering, raping or maybe both." He spat as he spoke, a blush in his cheeks from the cold and the building anger. His eyes seemed furious, and he was taking rapid breaths now.

Pansy took a deep breath, "I can." She said, her voice choked on the sudden emotional attack. She stared at him for a minute, amazed by the dedication he lay into his friendships and relationships in general.

"And?" He asked impatiently.

She embraced him and held him tight, savoring every smell, every touch and emotion as she elevated them into the sky and flew onto the roof. Pansy felt Blaise tightening as they went into the air, his eyes sprung wide and his nostrils flaring slightly. He was so sweet when he was frightened. 'I'm so fucked up...'Pansy thought and landed them safely on the roof, admiring the wonderful horizon the height provided.

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"Don't." Ginny managed to press forward.

The creature possessing Draco's body was now looking at her, "So strong," He smirked, sliding his hand down the side of her body, stopping on her hip. "And so slender." He admired her body from a close distance and led her over the grass, they were still dancing, and into a garden, probably professor Sprouts. There, through a white wooden door, was a garden of roses. Everywhere ecxept the little path leading straight through the roses were covered in blood red flowers. Ginny directed her eyes at her boyfriend and tried to ask him a question.

"Will-" She was under some kind of spell, but she couldn't even figure out what kind it was, seeing that she was formostly unable to think. "Stop." She whispered.

"Don't you go whispering things in my ear, getting me all hot and bothered," She could hear Voldemort's rasping voice slowly blending with Draco's. "I wouldn't want to hurt you now, would I?" He was infront of her, holding her like a lover and a friend. His hand was travelling down from her neck and to her bosom. She didn't know what to feel, she knew nothing. "You want this, don't you?" He whispered into her ear with the most tender voice.

He lifted her up and lay her in the roses, her wavy hair flowing with all the red. He gazed upon her when she lay there, her pale face softening as the rose' spikes pierced her skin and made her bleed. Her blood smelled like paradise and he couldn't leave her alone no more; she was a beautiful little sinner where she lay sprawled out with her hands over her head and her legs bent. He kneeled by her feet, sneaking his hands up her legs and further to her thies.

"Draco..." A silent whisper escaped her white lips. She felt more clear headed than ever, and she knew what she wanted, she wanted him.

Tom smirked at the sound of Draco's name; this could be used to his advantage. "Yes, Ginny?"

"Oh, Draco..." She smiled at him with glaced eyes, her fingers brushing his cheek before she flung herself back into the roses, exhausted from talking. "I love you..."

"I love you too, puppet." He said, joining her in the bed of roses. He was on top of her, she had one foot on either side of him and he hungrily buried his face in her neck, the red curls falling around him.

Ginny had her eyes closed, but her fingers were now tracing Draco's spine, all the way from his neck to his bottom. Tom was taken by surprise because he thought that she was un-able to move. He didn't object, but instead enjoyed the moment. It had been long since he had felt a woman's touch, and even longer since the woman had actually done it partially on free will. Before he knew it, she had moved on to his chest, and she was slowly massaging her way down his skinny torso while she planted kisses on his neck. His obvious arousal made her purr softly and giggle. Tom Riddle, whom was trapped in a human body, could feel himself blush. He didn't like that.

"Stop!" He hissed in her ear, pinning her hands and feet to the ground. She was no longer dazed, her eyes seemed clear and focused. He reached down his pocket to find his wand, but in the moment he let go of Ginny's right hand, a striking pain was put upon his left cheek. She had slapped him and was now smirking at him. "You'll pay for that." He muttered and took his wand.

The scarlet woman licked her upper lip and contnued smirking, "You cant get enough of me, can you?" She was pulling up her dress, revealing the milky white skin on her stomach. "I know you want to..." She whispered alluringly while she uncovered her blushing breasts with a girlish giggle. Tom's chaotic mind was trying to get rid of his constant confusion, but he just didn't know what to do about the stubborn redhead.

He pointed the wand at her, Ginny gasped and threw her head back, as if it turned her on. "You like that, do you?" He said through gritted teeth.

She moaned as he practically stabbed her in the throat with the wand, "Don't stop," Ginny used her free hand to grab the back of his head and pull him closer. "Please." She uttered seductivly and pressed her half-naked body up against his. He let out an involuntary groan and she put on a smug smile, appearantly the groan was satisfactory enough.

Tom had had enough of her games, he was the one in charge here, he was the master. She was a muggle lover, a dirty little whore; she was nothing. Nothing but a voulnerable little vampire with a fetish for self-injury.

He ripped off the rest of her dress with force, touching every part of her and smelling the wondrous fumes of her body. She snaked her hands down to his groin and un-buttoned his trousers with ease, continuing to remove his underpants. Their kisses were hard and bruising, their touch was rough and violent. Ginny kept bucking her hips up, rubbing herself against his aching arousal. He pushed her down and sat up, leaving their desperate kisses.

"What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you ask." Ginny asked with a flirtasious look and slid her hand down from her chest to her lower stomach.

Tom didn't respond, he let his fingers brush over her soaked panties, the longing on the young girl's face made Tom smirk content. She proceeded caressing her own breasts, smearing the blood from the rose cuts all over herself. "I want you to bleed." He said demandingly, but with no reaction from Ginny. He tore off her panties and expertly maneuvered her slick folds as Ginny let a whimper escape her lips. Draco pushed himself against her, his hard erection grinding into her hips. He removed his hand from the wetness between her legs and roughly mounted her, unable to hold himself.

"God, don't stop!" She cried out in pleasure and in pain as Tom pushed into her.

All of a sudden, after a few deep thrusts, Tom could see the girl's chesnut brown eyes spring open, just as if the entire truth came crashing down on her all at once. She was staring at him, glaring at him, crying in front of him and, if he was not mistakening the look, loving him.

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R&R, I've never really written sex scenes, so don't be harsh on that one...