Rating for this chapter: R. Contains some language and a few explicit scenes.  But they need to be there, for the sake of the plot. Oh and for the sake of Greace Sophia Merced Zimara, Martín, and Mariana Merced that would kill me if I don't make Tom and Ginny have some sort of physical contact! They harass me! And Mariana, you know you like Harry/Hermione, and if not I will make you! I will put it up so pretty that I will convince you! However, this chapter has no Harry/Hermione in it… so rest assured… for now.

Author's Note: Thanks to those who reviewed! So what happens to Ginny? You'll see, she's not exactly having good tendencies, but not bad ones either, up until now, I mean. This chapter is not a cliffie… or so I think. The idea for a monologue came suddenly. Thanks to Greacely for the idea of making Ginny like this in this chapter. Thanks to my beta readers: Martín, Mariana, and Greace, they know everything beforehand. Hee. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 5

~A change of plans~

I'm trying to pretend I'm still the same, though I know the truth is far from that. He controls me; I used to be afraid of him, but not anymore. He's very weak—probably weaker than I am—though that doesn't change the fact that he can still kill me. But he won't. At least not now. Though, I will have to be very careful as for him to not suspect anything.

He despises me, despises me because I have taught him more than what he has taught me; and he's jealous. He thinks I don't notice, and even though I do, I pretend not to. And here he thinks he has an advantage over me, when it is I who has an advantage over him. He thinks that he needs to gain my trust—I can sense his thoughts, I can read them, I can see them clearly—but it is the other way around. I need to gain his trust. But that won't take much time.

I am more intuitive than he is, and in time, I know I will become more powerful than him, and he fears me. That's why I have a head-start. He cannot read my thoughts, and he cannot perceive what I feel with clear ability. I have found out what my Necklace is; it's a Drop of Inroro, as he told me. But he did leave out some interesting aspects: as I suspected, it is a tracking device, but it works both ways. It burns when the other person is close. That makes me believe that he has one as well. I only guessed all of this, but my mind tells me that I can find all this information… on his book. It is the same book that contains the Heirs' information. I can get it easily, I know where it is. But he must not know my goal. On my side, I have that he thinks that I'm this very brought up girl that had the fate of being possessed by him. But what he doesn't know is that I allowed myself to be possessed. No one knows that.

He treats me like I'm his pet and I wait on him hand and foot. I allow myself to be tortured, to be controlled by him. Just so he doesn't suspect my real goal. But I'm not putting up with that rubbish anymore, bloody hell I'm not! I will treat him like my pet, and he won't even know that I'm doing it. He believes I'm too innocent, and I have to accept, when he first brought me here, I was. But he doesn't know that he, himself, is making me this way. The Chamber is taking its toll on me, and it is depositing energy and power on me, I can feel it. But he doesn't see it.

He wants me to join him, why should I? He should join me if he's so afraid. He knows what I can do. And I'm discovering that part of myself that he says I don't know, well I will soon. And he still won't know the half of him I do.

I'll show him! I'll show him to not mess with Virginia Weasley. I have to look for that book. He won't treat me like that anymore.

The reason I let Harry and Hermione go is because I love them and I don't want to hurt them—yet. But I fear that when I get out of here, I won't care about them. And I'm afraid that I won't even recognize myself anymore. I'm afraid, and my instinct just tells me to go through with it all. I knew I shouldn't have kissed him! I must accept that from the day I met him, I'm lost, I will always be lost, and he must be my guide; just as he's lost, and I must be his guide. I'm scared, I'm scared for me, and I think my personality is fading. My dreams scare me, they reveal things. My visions are disturbing, I see a lot of pain, and I'm not ready for it. I'm not like this! I'm not cruel, I'm not cold-blooded, and he's doing this to me. And he's enjoying it, the fucking bastard.

Well I've had enough! He's done enough! It's my turn now…

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Tom had fallen asleep on top of his Arithmancy homework; he was in the office down in the Chamber, and he had been exhausted. It wasn't easy to manage getting top marks, fulfilling Head Boy duties, Gaining Ginny's trust, Looking for the Lumens, and trying to bring the whole world to his feet: It's your typical 18-year-old agenda, isn't it?

He was planning to go to Ginny and collect Godric and Rowena's Lumens, but he had fallen asleep and this had interfered with his plans. And so now, Numeric Charts and Runic Numbers: A guide to Advanced Arithmancy lay open and was fulfilling the pose as a pillow for Tom.

However, Tom was woken up by an intense burning sensation on his upper chest; he flinched in his sleep and automatically grabbed his own Drop of Inroro. He opened his eyes wincing and tried to make out the blurry outline of a person before him.

When his eyes adapted to the dim light, he could see Ginny, but she was different, maybe it was the mysterious smile she had on her beautiful face; maybe it was that she wearing a long silver gown that had a long slit that reached up to her left thigh and left everything else to the imagination; maybe it was because her hair was in a loose and messy bun with rogue, ginger curls sticking out everywhere; maybe it was the way she was standing, her left leg slightly ahead of her right, with her left arm adapting to the curves of her waist and hips. But his eyes lingered on her right hand, where she was carrying a book, a very familiar book. It had a green cover and a strange symbol on the front. It was then he recognized it, it was Salazar Slytherin's book.

He eyed her triumphant expression and erupted in a cold laughter, when he had calmed down, he was able to say "You foolish girl," he said standing up from the chair. "As if you could understand Parseltongue."

"Maybe I can't," she said, but her smile widened even more. "But maybe I can."

"You cannot," he informed her, "You can't possibly know how."

"Can't I?" she said caressing the book as if it was her most cared possession. "Well, it's amazing what one can learn from symbols, Tom." She smiled even more mysteriously. "Especially about what it concerns about the Drops of Inroro. And about the Secret of the Chamber. I'm guessing you knew about that?" she chuckled sweetly and at the same time a chuckle that revealed a thousand secrets that he could not figure out. "The thing is, do you know the enchantment you have to say for it?"

"Well, I read it, it's all in there," he said and found that he was at a loss for words, how could she know? He was supposed to have her in the situation, not she have him in the situation.

"You've read it. But you don't know it by heart?"

"No."

"I do." She replied easily, balancing the book on her hands. "I must read this book thoroughly though." She balanced the book on her hand. He smiled inwardly, thinking that he would just take the book away from her when she fell asleep.

Yes, that seemed like a good idea. He would just play along with her now, and when she fell asleep, he'd take the book from her, it was simple, yet brilliant, that was the deal—

"No, I don't think that will work," said Ginny and stared at him through lazy eyes. "I can hide this book in places you wouldn't dare to look, Tom. So just take that idea from your head."

Did she just read his mind? No, she couldn't. She wasn't supposed to.

"You know I would rip your clothes and search everywhere…" he threatened, she laughed loudly.

"So do it," she said "Rip my clothes, you wouldn't be seeing anything new. But you will still not find the book."

"Wouldn't I?" he asked and smirked, taking a step close to her and passing his fingers through the fine fabric of her gown. She stepped away from him and held the book in her hand; she put the other hand on her hip and smiled again.

"You wouldn't." she said "You sick pervert. You think I don't know? You can see me through that little orb of yours what's-its-name thing. And you've seen me naked, don't deny it. I know you have."

He stared, open-mouthed, at her, how can she possibly know that? Was that even Ginny? Who was this extremely beautiful woman standing in front of him? She seemed so clever, so outspoken, very down-to-earth, and so… different. It's like she was that close to him, yet he couldn't reach her. She had gone in an upper level and he found himself unable to reach that level, not without her help. And he knew she wouldn't help him. However—

"Where are the Lumens?" he asked coldly and she looked indifferent. She was making the book levitate in mid air and she wasn't using her wand, but her mind.

"I didn't get them," she said and shrugged. He took a step forward to her, but she squeezed her Drop and he was shot out backwards.

"What the—?" he asked.

"You didn't read this book, did you?" she said impatiently "You obviously don't know anything about protecting yourself against unwanted visitors. Besides, I sent Harry and Hermione back. They're my friends, I wouldn't do that to them."

"I need those Lumens!" he shouted and she winced slightly. "And you'll get them for me. Even if I have to rip your soul out from your body and make you get them, you know I will! I will do it, and I will kill you afterwards! I have no use for an untrustworthy bitch like you!"

There was a moment when Ginny just stared at him, she then closed her hand, and the book disappeared in thin air. She gave him a very mysterious look before approaching him. He saw her in slow motion; she was incredibly beautiful, like an angel with a devil's secret. "You wouldn't kill me," she whispered and grabbed his hand tenderly, her fingers started brushing his own, he looked down at her hand gingerly and then looked at her again, she was sweet again.

She was making him feel strange things, strange things he had never felt before, and he was actually feeling something other than hate. It scared him to the point where he was unable to string two words together. As she caressed his fingers, he didn't take his eyes off of her; the leg that was showing almost completely out of the slit on her gown was long and slender. But he dared not touch her, already as it was; his Drop was burning inside of his robes but he was unaware of any physical feeling right now. He concentrated on her hand touching his, on her hip brushing against his own, on the loose gown that framed her body, on her fiery curls…

He desired her, and she was making him desire her, with her tender gestures, with her untouched grace, with her smile, her dark eyes that were full of secrets. After all, he was just eighteen years old, he had a right to desire such things, hey, it was not his fault he had hormones.

She was seducing him, and he knew it. But at the same time, he was letting himself be seduced by her, and he would lie if he thought he wasn't enjoying it. And he seemed to have a new inner conflict now… but he didn't even want to think about it. He wanted her to stop torturing him, but he wanted her to keep going on as well.

But, let's face it, teenagers don't have self-control.

He savagely brought his lips down to hers, kissing her hungrily and passionately. She equally returned the kiss and let her hands wander around his neck. His hands were dangerously exploring her. His mind was shouting for him to stop, but he ignored it, the pain on his chest was unbearable, but he didn't care. All that mattered is that he was feeling her soft skin under his hands, her arms, her back, her leg, her waist, her face, and her neck. But he dared not touch her anywhere else, as he would explode and make something that he might, perhaps, regret afterwards.

Or would he regret it?

He let go of her and she smiled once more. He had never felt confused in his life, ever. Yet, now he was. How he hated her… but how he cared as well. He would cringe at the thought of her getting hurt, yet he wanted to hurt her. He didn't want to get to know her, yet he did. It was enough to make him go mad, and he was reaching that point.

"You wouldn't kill me," she repeated. "Because you would destroy the book along with me. And you need that incantation; you very well know you do. You need my knowledge, my Seer qualities, and my cleverness. Because you need to have a Source, and you know I can be it. You need a Source to transmit the power of the Chamber. You need me; you need my help if you want to take over everything. And I will help you."

A/N: Don't forget to review with ideas and comments! Reviews mean a lot to me, I guess I'm addicted to them? Oh yeah, and I also like to know what people think of the story of course. Hee! ^_^;

~Blue