Hi all! This is Slytherin BadAss! You might recognize some of my little reviews, and I decided to register with this name! I feel so lucky! I hope you enjoy this story, its about Tom Riddle(AKA Voldemort) and Ginny Weasley.(Is that spelled right? I hope so, my books are packed away in boxes at the moment as we just moved and I'm writing this on my laptop and have it plugged into our phone line. Mom's yelling at me to help her with her stuff, as she thinks she can't move a small box of little porcelain dolls. I hate those things, but they make a cameo in this story. I kinda put my views of the dolls in here. It's very... Odd to say the least. Also,I show up as Janguli , and my name meaning is real, when it comes up! But enough of my jabbering! Onto the usual.

Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter and his friends, nor Ginny, or Tom for that matter. I'll write my original characters in the end for you to all like, and if you want, you can e-mail me and I'll let you use them, maybe. Therefore, you no sue poor little Slytherin BadAss. You'd only get the posters of quotes in my room and my cloak, and that is something I don't want to give away, so pleaze, no sue!

This might, might, become a NC17 fic later on, but I'm still trying to decide whether or not to do so. Maybe if a lot of people write and want it to be(or not to be) I'll decide. It's all up to you guys! I do love reviews, and flames, well, let's see*Janguli(real name) gets out her hotdogs, marshmellows, graham crackers, and rather large supply of Hershey's chocolate.*(My mums maiden name is Hershey) And what's left of the flames will be shoved down Fudge's throat!

Dedications!- This story is dedicated to two great authors, Serpentina, who is writing The Hogwarts Riddle, and to Alohomoragirl, who is writing If Only They Knew. I really enjoy these stories, please look them up until I can find the addresses to them again, so I'll have them in the next chapter! You two authors, you inspired me to write, and either the world will love you or hate you for this, I have no idea which yet! But thank you all the same! And to all Harry haters out there, you'll love this story! Possibly Gryffindor haters period. I don't like them much right now. You'll be able to tell later on in the chapter.

Slytherin BadAss,

Janguli

An Unsolved Riddle, A Puzzle, and a Rose

Chapter One- I am more powerful than I look.

Ginny looked cautiously at the diary again. She wasn't sure whether to open it or not. She wished she had the Slytherin bravery that everyone in the house was supposed to have. She wished she had never found the thing again, but somehow, she had come across it, and this time, it had to have been an accident. Dumbledore was supposed to have locked it away or destroyed it. So how was it in Moaning Myrtle's restroom?

Ginny sighed in frustration and raked her fingers through part of her long hair. Again she sighed. She really needed to cut it again. Every time she had cut it, it grew back to waist length only an hour later, if that much time passed at all. Suddenly she braced her back in determination and opened the book, carefully looking away from the pages in case light or something shot out like the first time she had opened it.

None came. She then got a quill and wrote on the page, "Tom, are you still here?"

"Of course you little wench! How can I not be here? I'm just a brain to this book, no body, remember?" Was written back quickly, and despite herself, Ginny chuckled.

"How did you know it was me Riddle?" Ginny wrote back in her beautiful script. She wanted to know how Riddle knew it was her.

"Your blood is still in me somewhat. I know it's you because of your touch, your feel on me, how you caress me" Tom wrote back, joking.

"Pervert!" Ginny wrote back quickly, blushing a furious red. She really couldn't believe him!

"I'm a sixteen year old male, what do you expect me to say? Besides, I haven't had a good lay in what, fifty-five or so years? What year are you in again?"

"Sixth, and you are, I say again, a pervert! How can you talk like that! Just because you have one doesn't mean you have to be one!" Ginny wrote back. Tom chuckled in his little pocket of sub-space. He could almost hear the girl shrieking. He wanted to toy with her for a minute.

"One what, darling?" He wrote back innocently. He could almost see the blush on her face.

"You know exactly what I mean!" Ginny wrote back, her script somewhat ragged because of her anger.

"I'm afraid I don't. I haven't been up with the latest phrases. What do you want to call me, just say, erm, write it," Tom scribbled back.

"You are a prick!" Ginny roared. Tom was surprised, he could hear her! How was that possible?

"Ginny," he wrote back, "Calm down. I'm no prick, by the way," Tom wrote her. Ginny looked suspiciously down at the diary.

"How did you know what I said out loud?" Ginny asked him, her gaze narrowing at the journal.

"Don't know, don't ask me little wench! By Merlin's Balls your annoying!" Tom wrote back in a fast scribble.

"Hah! I'm annoying? At least I don't try and kill people just because they aren't pure blood or wizards! You have quite the reputation Tom, for doing such!" Ginny scribbled. She almost heard the sigh.

"Ginny, why did you even start to write again? Surely you learned last time, or has five years dulled your senses?" Tom wrote.

"Tom, I want an honest answer to my question," Ginny wrote in the diary. She almost wished she hadn't used the blood red ink this time.

"Depends on the question," Tom told her in his small, yet graceful script. Ginny braced herself for anger.

"Why do you hate muggles?"

"Do you want to see?" Tom asked her. Ginny was again afraid he might try and hurt her, but he knew this somehow.

"I can't hurt you, no body, remember? Besides, I don't think I can do that since Harry defeated my other self. I might as well not even try," Tom wrote to her. Ginny didn't believe a word he said, but she wrote down a little word anyways.

"Yes," She scripted. She suddenly felt herself being pulled into the book, the memories, and into the past.

And then she saw five year old Tom, she knew it was him easily. His somewhat long black hair and brilliant green eyes. She knew it was him. And suddenly she saw his face. And gasped.

The little boys face was covered in bruises. A woman was walking towards him, a bottle of some kind of muggle drink in her hand. She recognized immediately this woman was drunk. And suddenly the woman, right in front of Tom now, kicked him in his stomach. Ginny gasped and she knew that at least two ribs were cracked, if not broken.

"Boy, see what you've done? Look at that poor little girl. My daughter doesn't deserve such treatment form you!" The woman bellowed as she slammed her meaty fist into Tom face. His nose started to bleed heavily, and Ginny knew he would pass out from blood loss in only a few minutes.

"I didn't do it," Tom rasped out. Suddenly Ginny felt his pain, as if she were in his body.

The pain in his side sent stars into her eyes and she felt his nose hurting. Then another kick to the boy in the stomach and she heard a distinctive crack. Pain lanced through her side and through her spine as the woman shoved the young Tom onto the floor with her heavy boot. Ginny started to lose consciousness and everything began to go black.

And then she was in an older Tom's body. She watched as he was trying to save a witch from being raped by six muggle men. She felt pain sear Tom's jaw as he was hit, and then felt a suddenly sharp pain in her stomach as she saw a man pull a knife from it. Again, she lost consciousness. This time, she awoke on her bed, and looked into the diary.

"That is why I hate muggles. They harm not only myself, but others of our world as well."

"But not all muggles are bad! Hermione's parents aren't! And I've met a ton of muggles, they all don't care that I'm a witch, they think it's odd, but not any odder than what they see in their work some days! Tom, give muggles another chance, please!" Ginny wrote to him. She felt a tear slip from her eyes.

"I don't know if I can, and even if I did, it wouldn't matter. I can't change anything that's happened," Tom wrote her. "And I have no way to rectify anything," He wrote after a pause.

"Tom, I have to go. We'll continue later," Ginny told him. Tom sighed in his little pocket of sub-space again. He wrote, "Thank you," but it was too late, Ginny had already closed the book.

"I can't believe this. A witch defending muggles? I don't see why she does. They have hurt so many," Tom told himself. He laid his own diary, which he communicated to Ginny with, down onto a small desk and sat down on the bed.

"Well, at least here I have comfortable beds and such. No more muggle orphanage beds on the floor. He wished he could see Ginny, he had seen her as an eleven year old, but now, when she was seventeen? He wondered what she looked like. Suddenly an idea came to him. He grinned evilly and summoned a mirror.

"Mirror, mirror in my hand, come to me at my demand," He said. Suddenly a mirror spirit, when always lived to serve, came to the surface.

"Yes My Lord?" It asked in it's tinkling voice.

"I want to see Virginia Weasley please," Tom told the mirror. Even though he hated adding the please, the mirror wouldn't have done anything otherwise, except for maybe shattering in his hands and leaving several deep gashes.

"Yes My Lord," The mirror servant told him. The mirror swirled and he gasped when he saw the beautiful Ginny. Her long red hair had deepened into a rich auburn, and her mahogany eyes had lightened to a very light shade of green somehow, and he sensed it hadn't been magic. Her breasts had increased considerably, now looking to be what he thought was a c 36. And her waist was small with an ample bottom, enough to look elegant, and slender long legs. He saw her figure resembled that of an hour glass and wished he was out there in her world. He wouldn't have hesitated for one second in going to her and kissing her senseless.

"Kissing her senseless? My friend, you have been too long without a woman," he told himself. Suddenly he saw her walking past Harry Potter, who was not looking at all at Ginny. She walked past him without a word. Tom felt her anger at another girl who approached her.

"Hello Ginny, stay away from Harry, got it?" A Chinese girl asked. Tom could hear Ginny's thoughts as they were so strong.

'I don't want him anymore Cho, you little slut. He's too stupid for my taste, and too much of a goody-goody. Don't pretend you didn't start kissing him in front of me on accident you little bitch! I saw you grin at me before you started. You can fuck him in front of me, I don't care. He has a small prick anyways, I should know after his silly crush on me at the beginning of the year. God I'm happy I didn't say yes to him!' Ginny screamed inside her head. But her response to Cho was meek. "I'm sorry Cho, forgive me, I have to get to the Great Hall, food you know, comes into close second with homework," Ginny said.

Tom was speechless. Ginny, the meek child he had known, had changed. She hadn't let anyone see it, but she had. He had never before thought she would curse someone. He was surprised when she called him a prick. And now she didn't even like Harry. He again, grinned evilly. If he could find a way out of the diary without hurting Ginny, he might just make her his Queen. He knew that this time, he would win. He knew it for sure.

And then he saw her sit down when none other than Draco Malfoy, who's father was a faithful Death Eater, sat down next to her. He saw she was at the Slytherin table, not at Gryffindor.

"Hey Gin, what's new?" Draco asked as he began to eat. Tom was cursing under his breath This was unexpected. So Ginny had gone from Harry to Draco?

"Nothing much Draco. You and Pansy have fun last night. I heard you in her bed, by Merlin's Balls, I hadn't thought you two could get any louder, but I was wrong," Ginny told him.

So she hadn't gone to Malfoy, why, this was perfect.

"When will you ever have a boyfriend to go all the way with?" A new voice asked. Pansy looked at Ginny closely. "Or have you already? I hope it wasn't with Potter! I heard from another Gryffindor that he had the smallest prick ever!" She said shrilly. Ginny giggled.

"No, I didn't go all the way, he got me in a classroom alone and whipped what little he had out. I can't believe Cho, bitch that she is, could stand Harry. His dicks too small. I doubt it could even stay in after everyone she's slept with. I mean, she has too be stretched to big for Potter," Ginny said loudly. Tom saw her receiving glares from Cho and the Ravenclaws, and also glares from Gryffindor. When had she become a Slytherin anyway?

"I'm so happy you got transferred to our house. They had to resort you because you were under the influence of Riddle, and without it, you got into Slytherin," Draco said, answering Tom's question. Seemed to be magic, it did, that the question asked was answered.

"Yeah. You would have thought that even with Riddle I would be in Slytherin, but I ended up in Gryffindor, and then without him I'm in Slytherin. Weird isn't it. Maybe he wanted me to be a goody two shoes while he had me so I wouldn't seem conspicuous. Hell, I don't know. If I ever see him again, I'll ask. But anyways, what's on today's schedule?" Ginny asked. It was Saturday, and that meant no classes what so ever.

"Well, we may go to Hogsmead and get some butterbeer, then go see a movie at the movie house they just finished building. Should be pretty cool," Pansy told her. Ginny laughed.

"Yeah, a new place to make out and have sex in the bathrooms. Wow, and I thought you two had done it everywhere," She giggled. Draco smirked and Pansy giggled as well.

"Well, what can you expect, I'm a seventeen year old male, I have my needs. But Pansy is more demanding," Draco started.

"Witchus Nymphomanias," Ginny giggled. She and Pansy had discussed what to call Pansy's species of girls, who had no problem with being sluts, so long as they were pleasured and didn't get caught. Ginny didn't know if she could be one or not. She was saving out for love. But what if there was no such thing? She asked herself this and brushed the thought away.

"What is that?" Draco asked. Ginny giggled before telling him. He smiled slyly at Pansy and began to run his hand under the table. A minute later she saw Pansy look at Draco with the same smile.

"Let's go guys. I want to see a movie. You two can take it to the bathroom if nowhere else while we're there," Ginny said. She looked over at the Gryffindors, who were still glaring. Ron, her brother, was being an ass and coming over to her. He grabbed her elbow roughly.

"Just what do you think you're doing? How do you know how big Harry is? Huh? And you don't go calling Cho a slut just because she goes out with him. It makes you look like a jealous bitch," Ron spat out at her.

"First of all, Harry got me in class alone and whipped what he had out. And second of all, Cho's even slept with Goyle. Now, does that satisfy you. I ask you to take your hands off, before I hit you," Ginny said.

"Like you would," Ron said.

"Okay, everyone heard me tell him to get off or I'd hit him, right?" Ginny asked the Hufflepuffs, who wouldn't lie, not even for the Gryffindors. They nodded. Ginny said something.

"What was that?" Ron asked. Ginny smiled.

"Let go," She demanded.

"No."

"You know, I am more powerful," At this Ginny raised her fist and punched Ron, "than I look," She finished as Snape came to see what was going on.

"Weasley, explain," He demanded of Ron.

"She punched me for no reason!" Ron bellowed.

"Untrue," One of Ginny's Hufflepuff friends told him. "We all heard her say let go of me or I'll hit you. She told him to let go and he refused again. She had every right to slap him Professor!" Jackie told him. Everyone nodded. Snape glared at Ron.

"Fifty points form Gryffindor for accosting a student. None from Slytherin for it was self defense. Good day all, have fun at Hogsmead," Snape said as he walked off. Pansy snorted at first, then let out a loud laugh as Ron picked himself up. Tom stopped watching Ginny at that point. She had definitely changed.

Ginny felt liberated. She had finally done what she should have done years ago. Ron had bothered her ever since she had been re-sorted into Slytherin, and he had even tried to tell her to get over Harry when she hated the bastard.

"Mum will hear about this!" Ron told her.

"Peachy Ronald. I'd wish you would shut up and leave us alone. I don't like you, I hate Harry, and Hermione, she's just annoying. By Merlin's Balls, I've had a revelation!" Ginny suddenly said, thoughtful.

"How about you get up the bloody courage to ask the girl out? I'll do it for you if you're too shy. I always love to help. I mean, I did get Pansy and Draco back together after that huge fight they had. Hey, Hermione! Ron wants to ask you something," Ginny yelled across the room. Hermione Granger looked up from her book.

"Paybacks a bitch," Ginny said as Ron walked over there.

"Isn't it though?" Pansy said. They all laughed as they walked away from the tables and out of the Great Hall. Ginny felt better. After her sorting into Slytherin, somehow, her family had gained a fortune. She guessed it was put to the wishing potion she had tried, but she never told anyone. Now she had about thirty galleons and twenty sickles, and twenty five knuts. She was happy she had money They all got onto their brooms and flew to Hogsmead, landing gracefully. Ginny looked at Pansy and Draco.

"When will you find the man of your dreams?" Pansy asked her again as she saw Ginny watching them.

"I'm forgetting finding the right man. I'm getting a dog," Ginny told her.

"Ah, well, okay, whatever floats your boat. I'm sure that'll change when you find the guy. Believe me. Oh, here we are. I want to have some fun," Pansy said.

"Let's put the fun back into dysfunctional," Draco told them as they walked into a small bar. The three laughed an they all ordered not butterbeer, but a muggle brew called a daiquiri. Ginny ordered strawberry, Draco ordered Cherry, and Pansy ordered Banana.

"I might make a banana split tonight, or a Draco Sunday," She said slyly.

"Oh, I wonder what the cherry on top will be?" Draco wondered aloud. Suddenly there was choking from laughter coming from the other side of the room.

"Oh please, that is so fucked up!" Harry told them. Draco smirked.

"Well Potter, at least I have something to make a rather fun sex game out of. But I've heard from several girls that you however, do not," Draco told him,. Harry stopped laughing and blushed madly.

"Who other than Pansy would say that about you though?" Ron asked. Ginny winked at Pansy discreetly and Pansy giggled.

"Shall we tell them our little secret Draco," Ginny said, fingering Draco's cloak lapel. Draco, catching on, put his arm around Ginny.

"I suppose so. They might like to try it sometime, if any girl would be stupid enough to let him," Draco said. Ron stopped laughing as well at this point at the sight of Draco's hand on his sister's bum.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry bellowed.

"Why, haven't you guessed? We're a threesome," Ginny told her brother who reddened with anger as Pansy began to put her hands on his sister's bum as well. He felt infuriated.

"Damn you all," He raged as both he and Harry lunged at Draco and Pansy. Ginny, however, was prepared for this.

"Didn't think I'd know how to stop you huh?" She whispered under her breath. She hated being underestimated, but this time it was fine. She let her hand go palm down to the floor and she screamed, "Ancient's Wall!" She made it look like wand magic, but she had learned it from Tom. It was an ancient magic from something called the Nightside Way.

And she had encased both Harry and Ron in this small circle. They both banged against the invisible barrier when Harry whipped out his wand and muttered a spell, but it bounced back on him and all over the walls of the encasement. Ginny thought it rather funny to see the Boy Wonder and her brother trying to dodge their own spell. She laughed with Draco and Pansy and left the bar. All of them walked towards the movie house and they saw Hermione and Cho running towards the bar.

So, what movie to see? How about the one called "Lover of Darkness?" Pansy asked.

"Sure. As long as it's dark, I'm happy," Draco said, squeezing her bum lightly and making Pansy jump at it's unexpectedness.

"You two, not outside, Dumbledore hates student relationships, you know that!" Ginny told them. Draco smiled.

"Come off it Gin, let's go in and buy tickets. Afterwards, it'll be lunch time, and then we can watch another movie," Draco told her.

"Sounds like a plan," She told him as she handed the ticket person four galleons and two sickles and four knuts. She got her ticket and went in, shivering at the sudden cold air. She pulled her cloak about her more and they all walked to the darkened theatre and sat down in the very back. Immediately Draco and Pansy went at it. Ginny felt herself getting sleepy, so very sleepy.

She closed her eyes and saw none other than Tom Riddle. He came towards her and shushed her silently.

"Tom, how are you here?" She asked him, heat pooling at the bottom of her stomach. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, and she felt liquid heat wherever he touched her.

"You wanted me here," He told her.

"I do?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm you're deepest desire Ginny," He told her right before his lips descended to hers.

She felt electricity shooting up her spine and into her brain. She felt away yet dizzy at the same time. She knew she responded to the kiss, and she knew Tom liked it. Ginny heard he low growl of lust in Tom's throat and she laced her arms around his neck and suddenly she felt his need poking at her belly. She moaned and put her leg around his lean waist. He held it there, despite her wriggling. The red head heard another sound come from his throat and his time it was a groan. Tom nibbled his way down her throat and unbuttoned her blouse while nibbling on the sweet flesh there. Suddenly her blouse was undone completely and Tom moved the cup of the bra aside and popped her light pink nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. She moaned out loud as she felt little jolts of electricity at his touch and began to moan again. Ginny had never known such pleasure. Ginny felt his hand caressing her other breast and he moved back up to kiss her. She heard him moan something, then louder.

"...Inny.."

"Ginny, wake up!" Pansy shrieked into the red head's ear. Ginny bolted upright and covered her ears.

"About time. You were saying someone's name in your sleep. Wet dream?" Pansy asked, looking pointedly as Ginny's pointed nipples that poked through even the cloth of the heavy cloak.

"No, it's just the cold of the theater. And I was dreaming about someone, yes, but nothing happened," Ginny told her. Pansy laughed.

"I think that the dog's out of question, you've found a guy. Ask," And suddenly Pansy's eyes widened.

"Who is he, or she?" Pansy asked, looking at Ginny excitedly.

"Huh? Who's who?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Don't give me that! You have a bunch of hickeys on your neck, now who gave them to you?" Pansy demanded. Ginny's hand flew to her throat. What had happened during the dream?

"I'll tell you later, maybe when we start going really steady. I'm still a virgin, remember? When I give it to him, which I doubt , I'll tell you," Ginny promised. Pansy sighed.

"Deal, but give me a hint at who he is?" Pansy whined.

"His first name is Tom," Ginny said. She only wished Tom had no way of knowing what she said. She hoped he didn't.

But Tom, who had decided to start watching her again, looked at the mirror in shock. He had seen some flashes from Ginny's dream, and she had said his name! And she was still a virgin and willing to give it to him? He sighed. "No way, it's just an excuse to explain the hickeys," Tom told himself. He did wonder how she got them between now and when he had last seen her. He was positive she hadn't had them. Again he told himself, "You need to get laid." He watched Ginny say she wasn't feeling well and walking from her two friends. Tom noticed she got quite a few glares from other people as she walked by. He knew how she felt. She hopped onto her broomstick and within five minutes she was back at Hogwarts and on the stairwell to her room.

Then she was there. He felt her caress the cover of the book gently. Then she opened it and got her quill and ink and began to write.

"Tom here as always?"

"Yes. You seem preoccupied. Anything wrong?" Tom asked.

"If I told you, you'd call me a lunatic," She wrote. Tom snorted. Did she realize who she was talking to?

"No offense, but look at who you're talking to. I don't usually strike people as sane," Tom wrote back. He heard Ginny sigh and sighed himself. He heard a startled gasp.

"Tom, did you just sigh? I heard someone, was it you?" She asked.

"Yes. Seems we can hear one another. Wonder if eventually we can see each other. I miss seeing my favorite little Ginny."

"Yeah, really? Well, I wonder if I can bring you back, under a chaining spell," Ginny wrote. Tom felt hopeful, "Just kidding." Then squashed.

"How kind," He said dryly.

"Yeah yeah. Good thing I've put a silencing charm around the room or people would think I have a guy in," Ginny giggled.

"Oh, would it offend you that much if you were seen with me? Other Slytherins would probably tell you to keep talking to me. You know how fanatical they can get," Tom said. He heard Ginny sigh again. 'Well, no need for writers cramp now that she can hear me.'

"No, I'm worried that if Dumbledore finds out he'll take you away. You seem different this time around," Ginny told him. Tom snorted again.

"You've changed more than me," He told her.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked.

"You've been carrying me, remember?" Tom decided to lie about ho he has watched her throughout the day. "I can hear your thoughts and see what you see, hear what you hear. I heard everything about Potter and Cho, and what you did to your brother-"

"Adopted brother," Ginny corrected.

"Adopted? When did this come up?" He asked her, his voice filled with curiosity.

"I found out when I turned fifteen. I'm adopted. I'm actually Lily's daughter through an affair with Sirius Black. I am ordered not to tell anyone, especially Harry, he's my half brother, or Ron, or anyone else at this school. That's part of the reason I'm so repulsed now. He's my half brother and he tried to get me to have sex with him," Ginny told him. Tom felt ready to throw up at the thought of Ginny having sex with that brat Harry Potter. Tom gagged slightly at the image forming in his mind.

"Tom, are you okay? What's the matter, you aren't saying anything, Tom?" Ginny frantically asked him.

"Nothing. We've gotten off track of our subject. What has you so preoccupied?" Tom asked her. Ginny sighed again.

"I've been having dreams about a guy and I'm sure you saw Pansy asking about it. Also, I have hickeys on my neck, and they weren't there before I went into the movie house, and I'm sure a guy couldn't have put them there while I was asleep," Ginny told him, her voice filled with confusion.

"If you believe in what you dream, it becomes real. Sounds like the guy sucked the hell out of your neck and you wanted it to be true so much that it left marks," Tom explained. "So who's the lucky guy?" Tom asked.

Ginny almost said you, but she knew Tom would just laugh. She tried to think of a reasonable person. "Well, I guess it was Harry," Ginny giggled.

Tom, in his little space, had paled considerably and gulped.

"I was joking Tom, come on, talk! Tom, are you alright?" Ginny's frantic voice sounded and he came tumbling back into his body, or better term, book.

"Fine, fine. So Ginny, have you come close to deciding what you'll be when you get out of Hogwarts?" Tom asked, quickly changing the subject. Oh, he knew he was angry!

"I'm going to be an artist," Ginny told him. Tom's head snapped up.

"What will you create?" He asked.

"Drawings of people," Ginny told him.

"Can you draw a likeness of me? I want to see how well you remember me from the last time we saw one another," Tom told her. Ginny blushed, knowing she could do a perfect sketch. She decided to draw him and began to draw the slightly angular face, which was somewhat gaunt, his eyes, large and expressive, his hair, to just about the top of his ears, maybe an inch at most longer; his mouth, beautiful, his eyebrows, square-like arches, his nose, somewhat angular. She then began to draw his neck, which led to his robes, and then the picture stopped.

"It's very beautiful Ginny. Although I'm positive I don't look that good, I am flattered. I think I'll keep it with me. Now, I think it's my turn to sketch you," Tom said. He began to draw the outline of a body and added details, like Ginny's long auburn hair, her large, doe-like eyes, her sensuous heart shaped lips, then he began the detail of her body. Rounded breasts, beautiful curves, slender long legs, and he added her belly button last. He could hear her gasp. He had drawn her nude, laying on a bed; the covers covering only her feet. She was smiling, and she was flushed in the drawing. He then decided to add something and give something to her while he added it.

"I'm not done yet," He whispered. he began to draw a necklace of a serpent twisting around a rose. And as he drew, he used his magic to conjure the necklace around Ginny's neck. Suddenly, he was finished, and he heard a gasp of surprise as Ginny looked at the necklace.

"There, now it is finished Ginny. There is the birthday present I said I'd give you when you got old enough," Tom said, smiling at the old conversation.

"I remember that. I told you my family was really poor and I didn't get many new presents, at least ones I really liked, and you said when I got old enough, you'd give me something I'd love. Tom, it's so beautiful. If I could, I'd give it back!" Ginny gasped. Tom felt himself grow warm with pleasure.

"Keep it. It's was my mothers. She told me in a dream one night to give it to someone special. Seeing as you're the only person I know, and the fact that you're special, at least to me, I think you should have it," Tom told her. He saw her flush with pleasure.

"Thank you again Tom. Man, I'm hungry," Ginny said.

"Conjure food. It's not like you have to leave me here all alone," Tom told her. He couldn't remember why he was so nice to her.

"Okay. Say Tom, what would you think if I asked if you saw me punch Ron today?" Ginny asked.

"I did see, you had the diary in your pocket. I was rather proud. Has he always been like that?" Tom asked her. He sighed, remembering his own family-like brother. He had been taken in by the older boy. Too bad the boy had turned out to be a homosexual. Tom was happy being friends, and he hadn't cared about the boy's sexuality, until it had turned to him.

"Yeah," Ginny wrote back.

"Is it really true Potter has a small wanker?" Tom asked out loud on accident. He blushed .

"Yeah, it really is. I remember when we started this year and Cho had decided to dump him for a week. He decided to turn to me. Well, he only wanted, ah, physical comfort. I wasn't up for that, especially since I knew he was my half brother. But what about you mister/ Did you ever act like that in your school days?" Ginny asked suddenly.

"Um, well, not really. I wasn't that well liked back in my school days. I guess the only time I ever had sex was when I turned sixteen and even then the girl wasn't quite so

nice as most would have thought. The girl had a taste for odd positions that hurt my back a lot. And you? Are you a virgin Virginia Weasley?"

Tom could sense Ginny's blush. "Well, um, yeah, I am," Ginny told him. She wished she hadn't said anything, now she looked like a prudish fool!

"Ginny, don't worry. I think it's okay for a girl to be a virgin or a slut," Tom said. Ginny laughed. Suddenly she asked "Tom, will you be able to teach me more of the Nightside Way?" She heard Tom chuckle.

"Still can't let that taste of power go huh? You used the Ancient's Wall earlier. It's usually used as a protection, but I never thought to use it that way. Anyways, you'll probably have to relearn everything, or I can get the one teacher who knows of the Nightside to teach you," Tom told her. He knew Snape was his devoted servant, pretending to be a spy for Dumbledore.

"A teacher here knows of the Nightside?" Ginny asked, surprise evident in her voice.

"Yes. Severus Snape. Go to him and tell him Riddle, his own teacher, sent you to him to learn the Nightside," Tom told her. He knew Ginny wanted to go now, but didn't want to hurt Tom's feelings.

"Go now, I'll be in your pocket. Show the diary to Severus and write in it and show him that it's fine he teaches you," Tom told her. Ginny nodded and giggled.

"I can't wait," She told him as she began to close the diary. Tom laughed at her eagerness to learn about and be initiated into one of the darkest magic circles in the world.

"He went to his mirror and summoned the mirror spirit once again. He watched as Ginny walked down into the dungeons and into Snape's classroom. Riddle wondered why everyone thought Snape never washed his hair. He could see from the fine detail of the image that instead of greasy, it was silky. He knew Ginny was aware of this too.

"Professor Snape?" Ginny asked. The pale man looked up at the fiery red head.

"Yes?" He asked her. Snape hadn't been so harsh on her after first year, and he had gotten even nicer since she had been resorted into Slytherin.

"I want you to teach me of the Nightside Way," Ginny told him bluntly. The quill Snape had been holding fell and Snape looked up at Ginny with surprise.

"Who told you about the Nightside?" Snape asked.

"Tom Riddle," Ginny told him. "He's right here," She said, taking out the book, "And he said you'd teach me."

Nice ending to the first chapter? Maybe, maybe not? Just e-mail me and I'll answer questions. Any beta readers out there want me to ask for help. Okay, please help me! I'll give you a Hershey bar. But please, reviews welcome, flames welcome too, for marshmellows and Harry Torture(hehehe, let's see, how about the hot poker...). Any ideas, e-mail me! Also, sorry about the Harry/Ron/Cho bashing, had to do it. Don't like their attitudes to Ginny, pisses me off. In the next chapter the resorting will be explained, ect! Bye for now!

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