Chapter three - A thousand words
--
Thanks again for all the reviews. ^^ They really help. :B Heres chapter three. [ Does Ginny get raped? O_o I dunno. But this chapter indicates R rated crap, so yeah. I suck at writing graphical shit. x.x; So I'll leave it to your imagination, kay? ]
--
Dinner time. Everyone was making their way into the Great Hall to eat, talk and laugh with their friends. But someone wasen't there. A certain red headed young girl named Ginny. Of course, she wasen't hungry - just tired and helpless. Rubbing her temples a bit she took out her diary and set it in her lap staring at it.
Tom was there. He was waiting for her to write. And that she did.
Taking out the quill from eariler, Ginny liad on her stomach atop of the bed, the pages opened once again to a new sheet as she looked up at the ceiling and walls trying to think up something to say. But suprisingly, he wrote to her first.
"Hello Ginny. How are you doing today?"
I'm fine, Tom. And you?
"Just wonderful, actually. "
And why would that be? She scribbled down.
"Well, I get to meet you in person, Ginny. Its what you've always wished for isn't it?" he asked. She stared at the book for a few moments before writing again.
How did you know?
"Oh, I know everything that goes on in your head, Ginny. Every thought. Every dream. You could say I'm a part of you. And I also know you've wanted to meet me. So I thought why not a better time then now?"
Silence. She coulden't think up an answer. He kept writing.
"And that dream you had the other night. . remember, Ginny? It wasen't real. But it soon will be."
The girl blinked a few times. She was actually going to meet Tom Riddle? The mystery man who she had been speaking with for god knows how long? She finally was. After all this time.
When will you be here? She asked, eagerly awaiting the answer.
"Tonight." Then nothing more.
She mouthed the words to herself. A small smile crossed her lips. "Tonight.." she repeated and closed the book. Maybe today wasen't going to be a total waste after all . . .
The night seemed to go on forever. Everytime Ginny tried to shut her eyes, she heard a noise and thought it was him. But it never was. Hope was almost lost. Slowly as her eyes began to drop down and she began to fall into a slumber, she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Eyes wide with a tint of fear and excitement, Ginny turned around to be face-to-face with him.
"Hello." He smiled at her, taking her hand and leading her out of bed towards the middle of the room. "You're here.." came a whisper. "I told you I would, Ginny." He whispered back, making her smile. Tom lifted a hand towards her cheek and leaned in closer. Closing her eyes again, the girl wished this moment would never ever end.
"It doesn't have to end. . " the man replied small smirk crossing his face. Smiling more now, she nodded and put her hand behind his neck. All she wanted to do was hold him. And care for him. He was here and she could do all that. Lost her thoughts Ginny never realized when he leaned in enough and kissed her.
It was like magic.
She leaned in more, wanting him more then ever now. He placed a strand of red hair behind her ear before leading her over to the bed. Sitting down, they kissed again. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt while her hands moved to the top of his jeans. He trailed a line of kisses down her neck and collar bone. Glancing up to her, she noticed something different. His eyes diden;t hold the innocence it one did. They were full of anger and hate. His mouth wasen't turned into a gentle smile - insread a frown appeared on his face. Was this really the person she loved and wanted? Suddenly questions came to mind.
"What am I doing??" " I'm only fourteen. . Make him get off." "I'm not ready for this." "I don't want this anymore. . ."
While he worked on unbuttoning her shirt, she tried to push him off. But of course he was stronger and heavier. So she was pinned down. "Tom. . get off. I don't want this anymore. ." she said. "But you wanted this - and me - five minutes ago. What happened?" he replied, his voice tone low and deadly.
And that tone had scared her. Not once had he talked to her like that before. Or ever asked her that, really. But he sounded like he would kill her if she diden't do what she wanted. She was his slave. He finally owned her. And he loved it.
"Really, Tom. I don't want this." She said again. "I don't think so, my little pet. . You shall be mine for the night. And I will take whats mine." His voice got louder with every word until he was screaming at her. Tears escaped and fell onto the pillow. "Why are you doing this to me, Tom?? Don't you love me?" she asked quietly.
"Love? Heh. I don't feel 'love'. Only hate, and pain. And I cause those around me the same. Dear girl, after tonight, you'll never be the same. And if you breathe a word about this to anyone at all. . I'll come kill your family and then you. Just remember little Weasel. I'm always a part of you. " And with that, he took what was rightfully his.
That was the night Ginny Weasely lost her innocence to the Dark Lord.
-- End chapter three.
Thanks again for all the reviews. ^^ They really help. :B Heres chapter three. [ Does Ginny get raped? O_o I dunno. But this chapter indicates R rated crap, so yeah. I suck at writing graphical shit. x.x; So I'll leave it to your imagination, kay? ]
--
Dinner time. Everyone was making their way into the Great Hall to eat, talk and laugh with their friends. But someone wasen't there. A certain red headed young girl named Ginny. Of course, she wasen't hungry - just tired and helpless. Rubbing her temples a bit she took out her diary and set it in her lap staring at it.
Tom was there. He was waiting for her to write. And that she did.
Taking out the quill from eariler, Ginny liad on her stomach atop of the bed, the pages opened once again to a new sheet as she looked up at the ceiling and walls trying to think up something to say. But suprisingly, he wrote to her first.
"Hello Ginny. How are you doing today?"
I'm fine, Tom. And you?
"Just wonderful, actually. "
And why would that be? She scribbled down.
"Well, I get to meet you in person, Ginny. Its what you've always wished for isn't it?" he asked. She stared at the book for a few moments before writing again.
How did you know?
"Oh, I know everything that goes on in your head, Ginny. Every thought. Every dream. You could say I'm a part of you. And I also know you've wanted to meet me. So I thought why not a better time then now?"
Silence. She coulden't think up an answer. He kept writing.
"And that dream you had the other night. . remember, Ginny? It wasen't real. But it soon will be."
The girl blinked a few times. She was actually going to meet Tom Riddle? The mystery man who she had been speaking with for god knows how long? She finally was. After all this time.
When will you be here? She asked, eagerly awaiting the answer.
"Tonight." Then nothing more.
She mouthed the words to herself. A small smile crossed her lips. "Tonight.." she repeated and closed the book. Maybe today wasen't going to be a total waste after all . . .
The night seemed to go on forever. Everytime Ginny tried to shut her eyes, she heard a noise and thought it was him. But it never was. Hope was almost lost. Slowly as her eyes began to drop down and she began to fall into a slumber, she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Eyes wide with a tint of fear and excitement, Ginny turned around to be face-to-face with him.
"Hello." He smiled at her, taking her hand and leading her out of bed towards the middle of the room. "You're here.." came a whisper. "I told you I would, Ginny." He whispered back, making her smile. Tom lifted a hand towards her cheek and leaned in closer. Closing her eyes again, the girl wished this moment would never ever end.
"It doesn't have to end. . " the man replied small smirk crossing his face. Smiling more now, she nodded and put her hand behind his neck. All she wanted to do was hold him. And care for him. He was here and she could do all that. Lost her thoughts Ginny never realized when he leaned in enough and kissed her.
It was like magic.
She leaned in more, wanting him more then ever now. He placed a strand of red hair behind her ear before leading her over to the bed. Sitting down, they kissed again. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt while her hands moved to the top of his jeans. He trailed a line of kisses down her neck and collar bone. Glancing up to her, she noticed something different. His eyes diden;t hold the innocence it one did. They were full of anger and hate. His mouth wasen't turned into a gentle smile - insread a frown appeared on his face. Was this really the person she loved and wanted? Suddenly questions came to mind.
"What am I doing??" " I'm only fourteen. . Make him get off." "I'm not ready for this." "I don't want this anymore. . ."
While he worked on unbuttoning her shirt, she tried to push him off. But of course he was stronger and heavier. So she was pinned down. "Tom. . get off. I don't want this anymore. ." she said. "But you wanted this - and me - five minutes ago. What happened?" he replied, his voice tone low and deadly.
And that tone had scared her. Not once had he talked to her like that before. Or ever asked her that, really. But he sounded like he would kill her if she diden't do what she wanted. She was his slave. He finally owned her. And he loved it.
"Really, Tom. I don't want this." She said again. "I don't think so, my little pet. . You shall be mine for the night. And I will take whats mine." His voice got louder with every word until he was screaming at her. Tears escaped and fell onto the pillow. "Why are you doing this to me, Tom?? Don't you love me?" she asked quietly.
"Love? Heh. I don't feel 'love'. Only hate, and pain. And I cause those around me the same. Dear girl, after tonight, you'll never be the same. And if you breathe a word about this to anyone at all. . I'll come kill your family and then you. Just remember little Weasel. I'm always a part of you. " And with that, he took what was rightfully his.
That was the night Ginny Weasely lost her innocence to the Dark Lord.
-- End chapter three.