I promise I'm alive lol

It has been a long time since I have updated, as well as wrote anything new. For that. I apologize. Life has changed a lot for me, both good and bad, and I have had terrible writers block, as well as just downright lost my muse for writing. I'm hoping to gain it back and crank out some updates, especially to The King's Chronicles.

For now, please enjoy this one shot that I forgot to post.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

"Ginevra...Ginevra..."

She woke up instantly and screamed as she tumbled out of her four poster bed. She gritted her teeth as her arm throbbed from hitting the concrete ground.

She looked around quickly to see if any of her dormmates had awakened. Shockingly, they had not.

She stood up and shivered, the cold air against her skin along with her dream chilling her. She stood there, letting her mind come to the realization that she was in her 5th year bow, 15 years old, no longer in possession of the diary. It was destroyed, locked away in Dumbledore's office.

"Ginevra...sweet Ginevra..."

Ginny let out a gasp as she looked around frantically. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. She couldn't he hearing Tom's voice. Not now. He was gone wasn't he? Harry had stabbed the diary along with his memory with a basilisk fang 4 years ago.

"You're losing it, Gin," she whispered to herself.

"Come to me, Ginevra...I miss you..."

Her body froze. She had heard that clear as day, as if Tom had whispered it into her ear from behind. She willed herself to turn around.

He wasn't there.

She breathed in deep as she tried to compose herself. She grabbed her brother Bill's oversized bedroom robe and wrapped it around her. She slipped her feet into her slippers, grabbed her wand, and crept out of her dorm.

It was 2 in the morning, but she had to take a walk. She had to get some air.

She walked down the stairs and into the common room where she had paused. She spotted a sleeping Ron and Hermione in front of the fireplace, Hermione's head laying on Ron's shoulder with his arm around her in a comforting embrace. She shook her head as she tiptoed past them. They must have been waiting for Harry to get back from wherever he was. Wherever he wouldn't tell her.

She made her way out of the portrait hole, careful not to wake the Fat Lady, as she would surely cry out and awaken the entire house with her nagging and carrying on about her being out at this time of night.

"Ginevra, my love...you've grown up so beautiful...come to me...come to me..."

At that, Ginny took off. She ran as fast as she could in no direction in particular. How in the world could she be hearing his voice as if she was back in her first year? I mean yes, He Who Must Not Be Named had returned, and he and Tom were indeed the same, but he should have known nothing of her. At least not to be able to contact her. The memory of Tom knew her, not Voldemort. It made no sense.

Or did it?

Ginny ran blindly as the voice of Tom Riddle rang in her ears. It seems to be getting louder the more she ran.

She had to escape it he was taunting her. Torturing her. It wasn't fair. What had she done to warrant his return into her mind.

The next thing she knew, she was slamming into something. Not something, someone. The force was so great that she had caused him to collide with the wall.

He let out a grunt. Ginny's squeezed her eyes shut, her mind begging that it wasn't Tom. She felt her arms being gripped tightly.

"Weaselette?"

Ginny's eyes popped open. She looked up at the slightly taller than her figure that was gripping at her. His smoke like eyes stared back at her in confusion.

"Draco!" she sobbed out, breaking from his grip and latching onto him as if he were one of her brothers. She cried loudly into his chest, her tears damping his t-shirt.

Draco broke free of Ginny's hold and pulled her into a nearby broom closet. He put a silencing charm up and lit the tip of his wand.

"Weasley, what the hell are you-"

"He's back, Draco, he's back!" cried out Ginny, tears pouring like a thunderstorm down her face. "Tom is back and he called out to me and he won't leave me alone! I can't get rid of him!"

Draco gave Ginny a look of disgust. "I dont have fucking time for this, Weasley!" he spat. "Stop being stupid, of course he's back!"

"You don't understand!" yelled Ginny, pounding at Draco's chest with her fist. "He's calling out to me! He wants me to come to him!"

Draco grabbed Ginny's arms, preventing her fists from making contact with his chest again. "And? What am I supposed to do about it? Why don't you run and tell your precious Potter about it?"

Ginny's eyes grew wide as she stared at Draco. She felt anger replace her fear as she snatched her arms away.

"I tell you that I'm hearing Tom Riddle's fucking voice in my head and all you can respond with is Harry?! Are you fucking mental?"

"I'm not the one that ran to him, Weasley!"

"Ginny!"

"I said what I said! You don't need my help anymore when you have his saintly ass to run to!" yelled Draco, his voice slightly cracking.

Ginny stared at Draco in disbelief. "You're still angry about that?! You knew damn well that we couldn't...No! I'm not discussing this with you right now! Please, Draco! I can't take it! I feel the darkness again! And I need you!"

Draco felt the wall that he had quickly built up start to crumble. To hell with Ginny Weasley. He had said it himself the moment he saw her and fucking Harry Potter walk hand in hand for the first time at breakfast. He had vowed not to speak to her. To forget her existence entirely, which was very difficult to do as he saw her at least five times every fucking weekday. She had chose Harry over him. In friendship, in partnership...in love...

"Gin..." he whispered.

"Please..." she said, latching onto him again.

The wall succumbed to her plea. Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny, squeezing her closer to him as he kissed the top of her head. What was he thinking? She had had a power over him since he was 12 years old and first encountered her in Borgin and Burkes. He had found her multiple times in the strangest places when he was in his second year. They had developed a secret kinship and he was the only one that knew outside of her family, Dumbledore, a few teachers, and of course fucking Potter and Granger that knew that Tom Riddle had caused Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets.

She was a mess her entire second and third years. Which she only showed to Draco. He was the only one that knew of Ginny's cutting, which he had to eventually put a charm on her to force her to stop whenever she felt the urge. He was the only one that she told exactly everything both friendly as well as almost sexual that Tom had said to her. That she was pretty. That if she was any older, they would be together. How when she would get older he imagined she would grow nicely into her body. Being 15 at the time, Draco had wished the memory of Tom Riddle was still around so he could have destroyed him himself.

At the same time, it was Ginny who knew everything about Draco and his family and never told anyone. She was the one that although she wanted to believe Harry that Voldemort had returned when he had said so. Draco had confirmed it in a letter he had written to her about the man staying at his home. About how it seemed the room would chill when he would enter it. How he felt more than uncomfortable when Voldemort would say his name. How he was more scared of becoming a Death Eater than eager to be like his father. He didn't want it at all actually.

They had shared a many a conversation in secret meeting spots around the school. Each of them felt that they had a darkness in them that they couldn't escape. But somehow, when the two was together, it seemed to not bother them. The darkness didn't seem so intense when they would be around each other. And they soon found themselves seeking each other out more and more for comfort, for a cry, and just to be near one another.

He had grown to love being around her. He had began to make decisions about not doing the things that he was supposed to be doing all because of her. There was a plan. It should have been carried out ages ago. He was stalling. Horribly. Because of Ginny Weasley.

And when she chose Potter over him, all bets were off.

"What does he want with me, Draco?" he heard Ginny whisper, bringing his focus back to her. "I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"You won't hurt anyone," reassured Draco.

"How do you know that?"

"I just do. You're not capable of it. Like...like I am." he sighed.

Ginny looked up at Draco and watched as his eyes swirled with sadness and dread. She had known that there was something going on with him ever since he had written her last summer to stay away from him, which of course she didn't listen to. He has told her that he was dangerous. That something terrible was going to happen if she continued to interact with him. But Ginny stubbornly stuck with him, and he willingly let her.

"Stop it," said Ginny firmly, putting her hand on Draco's cheek. "You won't hurt anyone."

"How do you know that, Ginny?" said Draco, his cheek warming to Ginn's gentle touch. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

Ginny forced a smile. "I know you wont hurt me."

Draco gazed intensely into Ginny's brown eyes. Ginny stares back just as hard. She gasped, thinking for a second she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that wasn't him. Before she could figure it out, she felt Draco's lips crash into hers. Though she knew it was wrong, she allowed it to happen, closing her eyes and kissing him back. It felt pleading, almost painful. As if they were both crying out to each other.

"Well done, Ginevra dear. You'll need the boy." she heard Tom's silky smooth voice in her ear.

"Well done, Draco. Bring her to me..." he heard the voice of Voldemort as if he were right in the room.

They both jumped back from each other. Their eyes locked once again, each of them trying to work out what was happening to both themselves and each other.

"You heard him too." they said to each other at the same time.