Something was not right with you. You felt weak and tired during the day, wanting to do nothing but sleep and skip your classes. But whenever you slept you had those sex dreams about him. Well, it wasn't really sex, it was more of him molesting you constantly, touching you in inappropriate places. You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you enjoyed those dreams very much. And you still had no idea who he was. He was one of the most handsome people you've ever met, and his attitude just drove you crazy. He was so demanding and passionate, it took everything from you just to say no. Oh, who were you kidding? You were just playing hard to get, and he seemed to enjoy it too. After every time you found yourself aching and needing physical content, desperate to do anything to make it stop, and yes, it included that "shameful" act. Merlin, where were these dreams coming from?

Truthfully, you never really found it that shameful. You knew it was normal to feel that way, especially for a teenager such as yourself. However, society seemed to think otherwise, especially concerning teenage girls. You hated the double standards imposed by this sexist society. Sure, it wasn't as bad as the 1940's, but sexism still existed. Even now you were expected to find a husband and be a good wife. Sure, you eventually wanted a family of your own, but now all you could think about was obtaining knowledge.

Most of the people in your House weren't as motivated as you. Neither of them studied anything outside of the school curriculum, so it was hard to find someone with common interests outside of class. Sure, the classes were interesting, but it seemed that all the unnecessary homework simply wasted your time. You could only do research on weekends, but this time you decided to get some rest instead. Your head was pounding and aching, preventing you from concentrating. You assumed it was simply stress and took a pain potion you brew yourself some time ago in class, hoping it would work. You opened Tom's journal and dipped your quill.

"I swear if I have to hear another monologue about the Goblin Wars, I will hex Professor Binns into oblivion," you wrote in an irritated way, watching the ink sink into the old yellow pages. For some reason, talking to Tom calmed you down, despite him being an obnoxious asshole.

Tom only laughed at your attitude, pointing out that History isn't his favorite subject either. It's not like you hated History, it's just that the only thing Professor Binns ever talked about was the Goblin Wars which bore you to no end.

"I wish Professors would stop giving us so much homework, then I'll finally have enough time for research."

"Oh? Do the classes bore you that much?"

"YES! There are some that I enjoy very much, but the rest are garbage. I'd rather learn what I'm interested in on my own."

Tom bit his lip as his eyes danced along your sloppy handwriting. He had felt the exact same way just a year before he engraved himself in this journal. He was furious with the school preventing students from learning The Dark Arts, so he researched it on his own, spreading the knowledge among his loyal followers. The fact that you wanted to learn so much more was pleasingly satisfying to Tom.

"And what do you find interesting?"

"Ancient magic mostly. I've read all the books in the library, but it seems that there is still something missing." You were interested in ancient magic for a long time now, mostly the way the wizards created the common spells and incantations. You knew that a long time ago there was no Dark or Light magic, just powerful spells, and it intrigued you very much. However, the school library only seemed to provide the "light" side of the subject, which frustrated you greatly. You've tried to get a note from professors to let you borrow the books from the Restricted Section, but all of them said it was too dangerous for someone like you.

"Ancient magic? That's rather ambitious of you. I have to admit, I'm impressed." Tom was more than pleased to find that you didn't waste all of your free time on silly little romantic stories. He would have been satisfied with your dwellings in Potions or Charms, but a difficult subject like that... All in all, his opinion of you was changing dramatically. You weren't simply a toy to play with anymore. You were a potential companion to match his own genius. "It sounds like you need to visit the Restricted Section."

"I know, but none of my professors are willing to give me the permission."

"Honestly, do I have to spell it out for you? Sneak inside," Tom shook his head at you and your goody-goody behavior.

"But that's against the school rules," you wrote back irritated. Of course, you've considered sneaking inside the restriction section. You even used Disillusionment and Silencing Charms on yourself, but Filch's cat seemed to always find you and get you in trouble.

"Rules are broken only when you get caught, innocent one," you blushed at his words, frowning a bit at his pompous tone.

"Oh, so you snuck in Restricted Section before?"

"Why, yes, of course. I could share a few useful spell with you. Not even Dumbledore will notice you. You have my word." You bit your lip as you read those words. It was extremely tempting but you weren't sure if it was a good idea. "Just point the wand at yourself and speak 'Ipseluben' to become invisible." You've never heard of such a spell before. Was it even Latin?

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I use it on myself all the time."

You sighed, feeling bad for mistrusting Tom; after all, he was a rather genius student in his days. You took your wand out of the pocket of your cloak and spoke the incantations, pointing the tip directly at your torso. Nothing happened as you stared at your very visible body. Maybe you did it wrong? Then it hit you…an aching, almost painful throbbing in your nether regions. What the hell? Finally, you realized that this wasn't an invisibility spell….this was a libido spell. Fuck.

"Well, did it work?" You saw the neat words appear on the old pages of the journal, sensing the smirk behind them. You wanted to strangle Tom to hell.

"You perverted pig! What the hell?!" You wrote back frustrated, trying your best to ignore the tingling sensations all over your body.

Tom laughed out loud as he read your angry shaky words. He smirked, biting his lip as he could sense your excitement flowing through the pages. He couldn't believe you didn't test his spell on a piece of furniture before testing it on yourself. You were way too trusting for your own good, but it was much more entertaining that way.

"Oh dear. You didn't try it on yourself did you?" Tom wrote in a fake apologetic tone, feeling the agitation flaring up inside you. "Has no one ever told you to test the spells before applying them on yourself?"

You were more than furious, you were enraged. You wanted to tear Tom's journal into small little pieces and never speak to him again! Yet...he was right. You should have tested the spell instead of trusting Tom blindly. Maybe he was teaching you a lesson, or maybe he was just being a perverted jerk. Anyways, it was your fault just as much as his.

"I swear I will travel back in time just to hex your ass," you replied in an irritated way.

"I'm flattered you're thinking about me at the peak of your sexual excitement," you blinked at his words, feeling a blush crawl its way onto your cheeks.

"I am not!" You replied rather stubbornly.

"Oh really? Who are you thinking about? Give me their surname and I'll hex their grandparents for you," you were a bit confused by his comment. Was Tom jealous that you might be thinking about someone else right now? It somehow flattered, yet disturbed you. And why grandparents of all people? Was it because they were attending Hogwarts during Tom's time? You weren't really comfortable with punishing innocent people.

"I don't know his name, but he is a Slytherin," you decided to write down, smirking to yourself. "He is also a Head Boy." You knew you were making stuff up, but really you were describing the guy from your dreams. Plus, you thought that making Tom agitated was a lot of fun.

"A Slytherin Head Boy. Sounds a lot like me, don't you think?" Ugh, you could just sense the smirk behind those words. You tried to restrain a moan as your thighs accidentally brushed against your sensitive crotch. This aching feeling wasn't going away. You were afraid you'd have to take care of it eventually. Thankfully, no one was in the room with you. Everyone was in Hogsmeade. You slipped your free hand inside as you continued writing.

"As if. He is much better than you in every way," you wrote sloppily, your eyes half-lidded from your own ministrations. You closed your eyes imagining his wavy raven hair, his brown penetrating eyes, and his sneaky hands doing all sorts of things to you.

"Are you touching yourself thinking about him?" You bit your lip looking down at the neat handwriting. How the hell did he figure it out? You decided to ignore him, continuing to pleasure yourself. You placed silencing charms around your room and locked the door so no one would catch you doing anything improper.

Tom left the journal, his invisible essence floating around you, watching you. It brought him great satisfaction that you were reimagining the dream you had last night while touching yourself. You face expression was rather erotic and he couldn't hold back much longer. He partially possessed your body, taking control of your hands, as he pleasured you and himself at the same time. You were too turned on to even notice anything wrong.

You were breathing hard as you finally had your intense release, sweat all over your forehead. You were too tired to notice a shadow standing behind you, observing you as you climbed into bed and drifted into a dreamless exhausted sleep.

Tom looked down at his shadowy form, smirking in delight as he could feel himself finally take shape. With each interaction, he was growing stronger, feeding off your energy in a rather delightful way. However, your weakened state disturbed him for some reason. He hated seeing you so weak and exhausted, knowing too well that it was all his doing. Sooner or later, he would have to find somebody else to drain the energy from if he wanted to keep you alive.

This is incredible. This book was exactly what you were looking for all along. Several days ago you borrowed a few books from the Restriction Section, all thanks to Tom and his spell. Sure, you were still mad at him for tricking you with that libido spell, but you forgave him the second you had your hands on the ancient tomes.

You weren't sure what you were looking for exactly. Any new information was welcomed by you, especially concerning the ancient spells. You knew Latin very well, learning it by yourself outside of school curriculum since fourth year. The spells were rather complex and a bit dark, but it didn't stop you from reading them. You were itching to try them out, to test them on something other than inanimate objects, but you were too scared to hurt a living creature for your own personal needs.

Tom watched you every day as you dwelled more and more in ancient magic, coming closer and closer to fully embracing the Dark Arts. He could feel your magical essence becoming less innocent and more powerful with each dark spell you mastered. Oh, it was simply beautiful watching you learn new things on your own. He just wished he was there to properly guide you. He wished he was there to help you with your research and teach you wandless magic. Ugh, this damn journal was holding him back.

"Tom, do you think making sacrifices in pursuit of knowledge is a bad thing?" You suddenly wrote, unsure what to do. You wanted to master the spells in the ancient tomes but some of them were...questionable. One of them involved bending a creature's mind to the wielder's command. Another temporarily prevented a witch or a wizard from using magic. All of those spells required a subject to practice on, and you weren't sure if it was ethical at all.

"Knowledge is the most important aspect in human life, for to live is to learn. Every witch and wizard is worthy of obtaining whatever knowledge and power they may seek if they are ambitious enough." Tom was more than sure that you were ambitious enough to seek such power and knowledge. Soon enough, you would transform into a beautiful dark flower worthy of him. However, the longer he fed upon your energy, the less powerful you became. It was clear to him that something had to be done. He had to return the journal to Ginny Weasley so he could properly awaken and claim you as rightfully his. "Fear not, _. You will definitely hear more from me in the near future."

You blinked, not understanding his words. Before you knew it, a bright light blinded your eyes, making your body go limp, sending you into a deep sleep.

"You will see me soon, my lady" spoke a rather familiar comforting voice before everything turned black.