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Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews once again. This chapter has gone through a few changes, and thanks to Greace Sophia Merced Zimara, to Martín Dragonchild, and to Mariana Merced for helping me with this chapter. Whee!

Chapter 3

~Drops of Inroro~

Ginny looked up at Tom and turned around so her back was facing him. "Don't look at me like that." She said and began to walk away from him. But he grabbed her arm gently and turned her again towards him, he chuckled lowly.

"You are so bad at lying, Ginny," he said and she bowed her head slightly to the front. "Look at me;" he said firmly, "I won't harm you."

"I don't trust you." She said, confirming his worst suspicions. He let go of her immediately. He turned to go, but whipped around to face her first.

"Don't play games with me, Ginny, because it will not be pretty." He said before leaving.

Ginny stayed in the room moments after he had left. At the moment, she felt as if he had hurt her in the worst way possible, just by making her stay in the Chamber. After a moment's thinking, she stood up and decided to explore the Chamber. As she was supposed to be there for a long time, she saw it fit to know where to go, and where things were.

As she got out of the room, she saw the stone walls ascending several feet into the air. The Chamber had no windows, and the light was dim, as torches and chandeliers were the only source of it. There were numerous corridors that led to various doors that at the same time led to different places. The Chamber was quite big. She had hoped to find Tom somewhere, but he was nowhere to be seen.

At the end of one of the corridors, Ginny saw the strangest door yet. It was a very long, double door, it had golden hinges, iron bars and yet, it was bright yellow. She decided to enter and when she opened the door the most beautiful sight reached her eyes; it was a sort of an enchanted forest, there was sparkling, clear waterfall, the grass and the moss were emerald green, and a river flowed calmly through the center of that scene. She immediately heard sounds of birds and nocturnal animals. The moon shone its silvery glare upon the riverbank and the grass. She was in a sort-like trance that endeared her to that place, as if she had been there before… or in her case, after.

As she started walking inside, her thoughts disappeared and she actually wondered if she could stay in that place forever. She didn't need anything but her health. And yet, her mind started erasing every memory it had, every thought, every feeling, and she felt extremely relaxed and in pure ecstasy. But just then, someone reached out of nowhere and pulled her out of the room and back into cruel reality. She looked up to see icy blue eyes, it was Tom.

He was looking at her and she thought he almost looked worried. She blinked. "What was that?"

"Avius Memoriola," he said "Don't go in there unless you want to lose yourself forever." She lowered her gaze to the floor, and an idea popped in her head, a terrible, cruel idea.

"That's where you'll send me once you're through with me, won't you?" she said almost not daring to look up. But he placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Perhaps," he answered and a smirk formed at the end of his mouth. She gasped the smallest of gasps and tried to leave, but he held her in place. "You're not leaving," he said more firmly. "I have something for you."

She looked up at him as he searched in his robes and pulled out what looked like a necklace; it was a black, thick ribbon with green borders, in the center dangled a drop-like amulet that was transparent purple, inside of the amulet was a thick substance that she didn't recognize. The drop was tangled in silver branches that oddly enough formed an 'S'. At the end of the Drop there was a single, green leaf.

"Adgrego!" he shouted and the necklace strapped around her neck instantly. She touched it, but it burned her hand.

"What is it?" she asked examining it.

"One of the two Drops of Inroro," he said, he had noticed she didn't understand, but he didn't give her no further explanation.

"Tu res se malefactor," she whispered and eyed him with disdain, "This is a tracking device, and so you can know where I am, every time of the day, every day of my life. You treat me like I'm your pet." She glared at him, he scowled down at her. "I hate you," she said "Nothing's going to change that,"

"We'll see," said Tom angrily and stormed off towards the office in which he spent most of his time.

***

Ginny walked angrily back to the bedroom where she was doomed to spend most of her time, but she started hearing voices in her head.

What secrets do you hide from me?!

LEAVE ME ALONE! I am not who you think I am! Leave me alone, Tom!

Answer!

Let go of me, you mental bastard!

Shut up! You miserable twat!

She heard the sound of a slap, a thud, and crying. But it soon fainted as she reached the room, she looked around startled, she had recognized one of the voices as her own, and it scared her, that perhaps, he would eventually lose patience with her.

But then, she heard Tom's voice again, this time at the other side of her door, he was speaking to himself. "She must not know what she's really capable of! She will bring me to an end, and I can't permit that!" he was saying "I fear I must take drastic measures and do the link as soon as I can. Not that I don't want to—"

His voice trailed off as he walked past the door. She sat in her bed and stared, wide-eyed, at the oak door. He fears me? But why would he? What does he know about my being that I still don't know, for he has considered it favorable to keep it as a secret...?  What does he know...? Thoughts like these raced through her mind quickly. And what is he talking about some link?

She panted and looked around the bedroom. She was very scared of him, she knew what he was capable of and he was capable of killing her. He was gradually becoming the sorcerer which everyone in her time feared to even name him. She hated him with all her strength, but she also loved him dearly, and this made her hate herself. She could not feel that way about him! They were two different persons, literally. Yet, they were the same in most aspects.

The confusion was enough to make her want to tear her head apart. But she must keep her sanity, for her sake she must.

She was very aware when he entered the room, but she didn't look at him. He sat beside her and forced her to look at him once more. He then began caressing her face gently, a gentleness which she thought he didn't have in him. And this sudden kind gesture had come out of nowhere. He put his other hand on top of hers and rubbed it. And again, she felt vulnerable, he knew that she still felt for him, and he was taking advantage of it. But what angered her most is that she didn't do anything to stop herself from reacting to him.

She was tired of fighting it, tired of pretending she was indifferent when it came to him. She felt as though she was trapped inside of a prison that she had trapped herself into by blocking her feelings, but she was going to let herself go free, she was tired of it all.

She looked up at him and found his gaze, he smirked down at her, and she grinned at him. They were very close to each other and she could feel his breath on her face, it stirred her hair. She know found that she ached for him, but she wasn't going to surrender that easily, and with all the willpower she had left, she fought against herself so she didn't get any closer. But it was becoming difficult and it became to the point where it was unbearable and, losing all her self control, she pulled him towards her and kissed him.

The kiss started out slowly, but it soon became deep and passionate. She wrapped her arms against his neck as he started exploring her back and her face, his hands tousling her hair, rubbing her arms, her back, and cupping her face. As their lips moved to the same rhythm, their tongues clashing against one another, she wanted to find out his deepest secrets from his kiss, she quickly felt him taking control of the kiss, though she had started it. She felt that he kissed her desiring her, with such a passion that it was bruising. It burned like an eternal ember that would not extinguish, and everywhere he touched her, he left a remaining of that ember, making her almost want to cry out in the agony of desire. She gave her heart and soul to his kiss, as if she would perish right then and there, as if it was the last time two lovers would see each other, though she knew otherwise.

She broke off the kiss out of pure fear, she knew that she would have gone on with him and he would perhaps take her to the brink of heaven, but she dared not go further, she didn't know what it would cause, but she knew it wouldn't be good. She was very aware that her face was flushed, that her hair was tousled, as his was as well. He was like an Avius Memoriola as well, he had the ability of making her lose her mind and her senses, making her forget who she was, where she was, and who she was with.

"I know things about you," he said suddenly "Things you do not know about yourself."

At the moment she felt angry at herself and she deposited her anger on him, and this was why, perhaps, she snapped at him angrily, "You may know secrets, but you do not know my visions! As for them, they reveal more than anything you can know about me so far! You know the one half of me I don't, but, keep in mind, that I know a half of me that you do not! And I know a half of you which you do not know! Remember I have your soul as well as you have mine!"

A/N: Chapter three… Reviews are appreciated. ~_^

~Blue Rain