Author's Note: Thank for the good reviews and for the bad ones as well… Anyway! This chapter is R… this one is, this has a long sex scene that balances with a bit of smut, but not much, because as I've said, I don't write smut. Anyway, it is really graphic and if you skip the sex scene, you won't miss anything except some good old fashioned sex, eh? Anyway do not skip the chapter; I'll put a warning where the sex scene is concerned.

Now, the person who doesn't like Dimaia, I would advise you to try and skip some parts of this chapter as well. I cannot focus only on Tom and Ginny because I need Dimaia for the plot. So just please whenever you see the *** and see either Dimaia or Scott come into scene… skip it, but keep a look out on the first one, when Dimaia talks to Tom, read that bit. I'm sorry, but I don't expect everyone to like everything I do in my story. Some don't like H/Hr, some don't like T/G, (in which case they should not be reading this story, I think) and some don't like me. But hey… ^_^; It's all good. On with the story!

Wake me up, wake me up inside,

I can't wake up, wake me up inside,

Save me, call my name and save me from the dark

Wake me up; bid my blood to run,

I can't wake up, before I come undone,

Save me, save me from the nothing I've become,

Bring me to life. –Bring me to Life ~Evanescence

Chapter 16

~A near-death experience… with something else~

She woke up, feeling something warm against her back and it was a minute before she fully understood why she ached all over; she felt very weak, her head ached, blinding her to unshed tears, her back ached as well, as did her inner thighs, who hurt in painful proof that the barrier that had once made her a virgin had been broken. And by whom. She now found herself tangled in the arms of this man she wasn't sure she loved or hated; one of his arms was on her waist, his hand resting on her stomach, and the other was beneath her neck, cradling her head, his fingers buried in her curls. Her Drop of Inroro burned intensely against her chest, but she wasn't aware of that pain, she had gotten used to it.

She turned around so she was facing him and looked at his face; he looked adorable when sleeping, almost innocent. She sighed and untangled herself from him, wrapping one of the silk sheets around her. But before she could step away, he grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you off to, darling?" he asked sleepily, his blue eyes shady by tiredness. Well, she thought, he just has to wake up.

"To the bathroom," she said coldly and jerked her hand away from his grip, holding the sheet tightly around herself. Even though she had been intimate with him, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious around him. She then walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind her, not even bothering to lock it, panting as she clutched against the door, feeling extremely ill.

***

Tom looked up at the ceiling, feeling very relaxed. He had everything he wanted at the moment, including Ginny and the prophecy. Oh, life was good.

But come on, it could be the end of the fairy tale just there, and though, every story has a plot and a twist. He tried to think of the twist and the plot of his story. However, he could not think of any.

For the first time, I, the author, am addressing you, the reader. I can end this right then and there and get all of you extremely giddy and happy because she will get out of the bathroom, think better of it, and hug him and kiss him, and thus, starting a relationship like every other relationship and they'd end up married or dead together because we all love the original Romeo and Juliet ending, against all odds. And you would think that, wouldn't you?

I have just one thing to say to that: Do you not know me at all?

Tom heard a thud and coughing in the bathroom, he, alarmed, stood up and wrapped the remaining sheet around his own waist and headed for the bathroom's door.

He opened it and the sight that met his eyes was one to make him go mental. There, on the floor, lay Ginny, face down, propped on her elbows, the sheet wrapped around her; and some of it clutched tightly on her hand as she coughed jerkily into it, her hair fell around her, tangling slightly and tears were spilling from her eyes. She raised her head to look at him miserably.

He kneeled next to her, taking the sheet from her mouth and he gasped out loud when he saw blood on them. "Gods…" he exclaimed "Ginny! What on earth…?"

She tried to speak but it caused another fit of coughing where she brought the sheets up to her mouth again. She sobbed lowly, choking and coughing. When she took the sheet from her mouth, there was more blood now. "My visions…" she managed to blurt out harshly as she stared lastingly and coughed loudly again.

She seemed to snap out of a trance when she clutched to him, gasping for breath. "Please…" her voice came out in a harsh whisper "Make them… make them stop… too much… at the same tim… time—" She went into a coughing fit again. She was on the verge of unconsciousness, he knew it.

"Ginny, can you stand up if I helped you?" he asked. She managed to get a sarcastic look on her face.

"I can barely… breathe," she said, her eyes becoming unfocused again and she started coughing and jerking even more violently. He grabbed her by the elbows and attempted to stand her up, fulfilling to do so. However, on her own two feet, she couldn't stand on her own, and she leaned onto him, he circled her waist with his arms, her light, but limp weight completely supported against him while she coughed again, the sheet falling from her body.

Now in any other situation, this would have been very arousing… but not right now. He suddenly had an idea, he dragged her out of the bathroom with much effort since she stopped to cough many times and he leaned against the wall while she shook in his arms, coughing again. He grabbed his wand from the table. "Comunica!" he shouted.

***

Dimaia sat under a tree near the lake; it was a bright, sunny day, and a very warm one. Warm indeed, since it was September. However it was late afternoon, the sun was low now, and the weather drew cooler. She was reading, though her mind was elsewhere. She had enchanted the tree so she could actually hear music from it, this relaxed her. She had this period free since Professor Dumbledore, the Transfiguration teacher, had had to fly to London for a meeting in the International Confederation of Wizards; he was the Supreme Mugwump after all.

She heard footsteps and looked up from her book, closing it as she saw Scott sprinting towards her. He came to a halt in front of her, the shade of the tree falling on him as well; however, his red hair still looked bright under the shade. She smiled hesitantly up at him.

Neither of them spoke for a few seconds, they just stared at each other. At long last, he cleared his throat. "Hi," he blurted out slowly as he sat down.

"Hi," she replied in his same tone. They fell silent again. "Scott," said Dimaia, attempting to end the godforsaken silence. But what came out of her mouth was something rather cliché and rather stupid as well. "I'm really sorry, I told—"

"Shh." He put a finger on her lips rather gingerly. "Don't apologize anymore." He sighed slightly and took his fingers from her lips. She nodded. "I kind of overreacted. Don't worry, I'll get over it."

She remained rather silent. She looked upon the lake, the dark water was calm, it seemed like the giant squid was oozing on the bottom. The sun was reflecting its golden rays on the water, as sunset drew nearer; it was still about an hour and a half for sunset, though. She felt Scott's hand on her chin and turning her head so she could look at him.

"I mean it, Dimaia," he said. "You have nothing to apologize for."

She shrugged and smiled, wondering slightly how he could change her personality so much. She usually was very mysterious, very flirty, giggly and wise, not allowing anyone to get close to her because of her experience with Tom. She never took people seriously and she could see right through them, they were, to her, same old boring souls who busied themselves on imitating others. But with Scott… with Scott everything was different. She could not read his expressions, even though she knew him well.

See right through him, she could not, or perhaps he was always his true self. Her problem was that she had allowed Scott to get too close to her, and she knew it wasn't fair for her or him. She had run to him after Tom had rejected her and left her like he had done, and Scott had gladly comforted her, even though at the time he did not know why she was behaving like she was. She guessed he had gotten upset because he had seen that he had been secondhand to her, and she didn't blame him.

"I always knew you cared, Scott," she whispered, it was his turn to shrug now. She sensed that he wasn't telling her something, or perhaps she was too blind to see this.

"I still do."

"I know." She brought a hand up to his and squeezed it slightly, giving him a reassuring smile. He cupped her cheek with his hand and drew close, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, stirring her long, black curls. He looked into her eyes, his blue eyes expressing a thousand messages that she simply could not get.

He then leaned in, and she allowed her eyes to shut, she could swear that their lips did touch, but however, her wand started vibrating inside her robes and emitting a high-pitched noise. She pulled away from Scott as he pulled away from her too, both snapping their eyes open. Dimaia drew out her wand. Nice timing, Tom, she thought as she flicked it, watching Tom's face appear on a cloud-like form. His face looked anxious. She looked at him and sighed.

"What do you want?" she asked rather coldly.

"Owens, I need you to get down—" He stopped and she heard a faint coughing on the background. "down here, now!" His voice sounded in a distant and low echo.

"Why?" She yawned boringly, eyeing him slightly.

"Just get down here! Quickly!" he exclaimed. She let out a groan of frustration.

"Oh, fine." She shrugged. "I'll be right down." She pocketed the wand again and turned to look at Scott who now had his arms crossed and a grimace on his face. "I'm—"

"Sorry?" he snapped "Well so am I." He then stood up, leaning against the trunk of the tree. "Go on. Go to him."

"I don't have a choice…" she said as she turned around to leave and sprinted towards the castle quickly, crying for the second time in her life.

***

Tom put down his wand and carried Ginny to the bed, which took nearly a quarter of an hour because she kept coughing, each time worse than the one before.

Around that time, Dimaia appeared and she scowled at seeing Ginny naked and Tom with only a sheet wrapped around his waist. She was looking puffy eyed.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Tom, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing of your concern, Riddle," she snapped. But her attention was diverted as she heard Ginny cough again, blood pouring down a thing streak from a corner of her mouth and her nose, and tears spilling from her eyes. Dimaia ran towards the girl, pushing Tom out of the way and cupping her hand on Ginny's forehead.

"What's the use in knowing if she has a temperature or not? It's obvious that she's ill," Tom snarled bitterly. Dimaia looked at him, her dark gaze intolerant.

"I am not taking her temperature," she said while she put her other hand on Ginny's chest. "Now hush." She closed her eyes, and Ginny went perfectly still as Dimaia did whatever she was doing. Finally, Dimaia removed her hands from Ginny and pulled out her wand from her robes, pointing it at Ginny; she muttered some well-chosen words and Ginny went completely limp, slipping into unconsciousness. Tom stared at Dimaia, who sighed.

"This is bad… bad indeed. Is she a Seer?"

"Yes," replied Tom. "Why?"

"I'll tell you, but please, put some clothing on." Dimaia sighed. "It makes me uncomfortable to talk to you in this way."

"You've done it before," he said crossing his arms. "Now suck it up and tell me!"

"Fine," said Dimaia "Don't get your underwear in a knot—wait, you're not wearing any… just forget it—"

"This is no time for witty remarks, Owens, now speak!"

"She's in a delicate state. Her visions are coming quickly, two per minute if I had to guess," Dimaia said sighing once more and brushing strands of hair out of Ginny's sweat-drenched face. "Making love accelerated her state, perhaps she was having a vision before you two did it, or maybe after it. It all came down to the prophecy… when she fainted, am I right?"

Tom said nothing.

"We need to take her to Madam Trinner, she can heal her," said Dimaia.

"No," replied Tom quickly "They think she's already at her time."

"How long has she been out of her time, anyway?"

"Three weeks."

"That's way too long!" Dimaia widened her eyes, casting a long glance at Ginny. "That's why it had the effect it did! Plus the exhaustion from sex…" Dimaia suddenly turned to Tom, wincing "You knew this would happen, didn't you…"

Tom, again, said nothing.

"You fucking bastard!" Dimaia exclaimed "You'd watched her, scheduled her until you knew the exact time her visions would come, they always come at the exact same time. You seduced her, you knew she'd follow you, after you told her you loved her she would want to talk, and so you reeled her into here. That's why you told her you loved her, whether you meant it or not. She had been out of her time too long; she was weak, you made love with her, and she was even left more weak, and then the prophecy… you knew her visions weakened her. Fuck you, fuck you to hell, you prick! She's dying you bastard!" Dimaia groaned and pushed him with her hand, this did not hurt. She then looked up at him, smiling in a weird, triumphant way. "But it backfired, didn't it?" she said "You really did fall in love with her… Ha! Serves you right—"

"Shut up, Dimaia Owens, just shut the hell up," said Tom.

"No," she replied defiantly "You are so screwed, Tom Riddle, so very screwed. Now she's there, dying, fighting for her life with no strength. I told you, didn't I? I told you! You would love and lose." Dimaia's face contorted with unspoken anger and somewhere in her eyes fury began to glint. Glasses started to shatter into pieces, but she controlled herself. "Now you will lose."

"Heal her, damn it!" said Tom angrily, he was controlling himself, but he was furious. "Heal her, you know you can!"

"I can," admitted Dimaia "But I won't. It does not concern me."

"It concerns, then, your little boyfriend—"

"I do not have a boyfriend—"

"Well, your friend then… It's the same thing. Either way, he does not matter to me." Tom crossed his arms, Dimaia ignored this. "Do you not know young Ginny's surname?" Tom smirked.

Dimaia looked up at him, grimacing. "No, but I expect you are still going to tell me."

"Weasley," said Tom.

"Would you please leave Scott out of this?!" said Dimaia wearily. Tom laughed out loud.

"I wasn't talking about him." He smirked again.

"You said Weasley, you were talking about him, and I'm not stupid. Now please leave him out of this."

"Well, you sure act like you are," said Tom nearing her. "Her name is Ginny Weasley."

"Liar," said Dimaia at once.

"Am I?" said Tom, stepping even closer to her. Dimaia backed up against a wall and Tom put a hand on either side of her torso, effectively pinning her. "You foolish girl… you said everything or better yet showed everything to that Scott friend of yours."

Now it was Dimaia's turn to remain quiet, looking down at the floor.

"Look at me when I speak to you, woman!" he snapped, she looked up at him defiantly, wincing.

"Let me go, Tom."

"No!" he said, he was beyond himself. "You will listen to me and that's that! You told him everything, didn't you? You showed him how to get down here, our plans, everything… now in reward for you spilling the secret, you will heal Ginny, now!"

"No," said Dimaia calmly "I will not."

Tom sighed. "You know… I did not want to do this." He stepped away from her and walked out of the room, stopping to grab his wand along the way. Dimaia looked curiously after him. He then came into the room again, and Scott beside him, tied up in thin ropes around himself. Tom was pointing his wand at his heart. Dimaia gasped.  "He followed you, Dimaia, he heard everything, didn't you, Weasley?"

"L-let him go," said Dimaia, her voice trembling slightly. "He has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, doesn't he?" said Tom, passing his wand across Scott's chest before settling it on his heart again. "Heal Ginny, Dimaia, or I'll kill him. You know I will." Tom smirked. Dimaia was too shocked to move.

"Scott, why did you follow me?" she asked desperately. Tom pointed his wand at her.

"Shush and heal Ginny." He then pointed the wand at Scott again. "Either you heal her, or he dies. And even if he wasn't here and I wouldn't kill him, it would still be his loss. She's his granddaughter. You'd still be killing him in some way, Dimaia. And you know you don't want that. You don't want to harm him. So, make it all easier, heal her. Then I will not harm him, I will not harm you, and you will not harm me."

"Bastard," said Scott, speaking for the first time. "You won't keep your word."

"I always keep my word, Weasley, now be quiet."

"I know about you… you won't let me parade off here if I know about you." Scott spat at Tom's feet. Tom scowled.

"I'll put a memory charm on you," said Tom, he then saw Dimaia smile in relief. "Don't worry, Dimaia. He will only not remember ever since he came down to the Chamber. He'll still remember what you showed him on your diary."

"Then he will still know about you, you git," said Dimaia.

"Yes, but he loves you enough to not reveal that. Because it might put you in jeopardy." Tom grinned; Dimaia tilted her head, put out her wand and neared Ginny.

"Don't do it, Dimaia!" said Scott, Tom laughed.

"Really," Tom said "okay, Scott, I will ask you a favor, then." He turned Scott round so he could see Ginny. "Look at her, look at your granddaughter there. She's dying; now tell me if you want her to die. Your little sweetheart there," Tom pointed at Dimaia "has the ability to heal her. Tell me then, Scott, would you like to be an old bloke, married to whomever you have kids with, and then you see your granddaughter and know that she will die one day when I take her from her time?" Tom smirked as Scott frowned. "But if our dear Dimaia here doesn't do anything, you won't live… so it is the same thing, then."

Dimaia sighed. She then looked at Ginny; she couldn't leave her to die. Not even with all of her self power could she, Dimaia Owens, let this girl die. There was something about Ginny that made Dimaia want to be mad at herself for endearing to this girl. She was just so innocent, so darling. Even if she had lost her purity, she still looked as innocent as an angel, even when she was that sick.

Dimaia then muttered some words and her wand lit up in a golden light that stuck to Ginny's chest; the light traveling from Dimaia's wand to Ginny's being as Ginny's breathing slowed down gradually. Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, Ginny's eyelids fluttered open. Perhaps the scene was too frightening for her; she looked over at Dimaia, who was still pointing her wand at her, then over at a smiling Tom, who had his wand pointed at Scott, who was tied up, and then she shrieked, an ear piercing scream that made them all cover their ears (all except Scott, who was still tied up).

Tom ran over to Ginny and sat in the bed next to her, but Ginny (who had stopped screaming) scuttled away and clung to Dimaia, who stared confused at her. Tom looked at Dimaia oddly.

"It is the effects of the spell," she said wearily and let herself fall to sit on the bed, Ginny still clinging to her as if she was a little girl. "It will wear out soon enough."

Tom nodded. He then turned towards Scott. "Temporalis Obliviate!" and he untied Scott, who fell limp to the ground in unconsciousness. Dimaia eyed Scott. "He will wake up in an hour and he will be just fine," said Tom distractedly. "As I said, he will not remember any of this, he will only remember until he followed you to the bathroom. Make sure he wakes in the bathroom, and act something out. Say whatever you need to say." Tom sighed "Now, go. Leave. I'll deal with Ginny."

***

Dimaia looked at Scott, who was still unconscious on the floor of the bathroom. He suddenly stirred and woke up, Dimaia gulped; replaying the thousand excuses she had made up for him. He stared wildly around and looked up at her, and anger filled his expression. "Well?" he said "Aren't you going to go to him?" He stood up, crossing his arms.

"No," she said and bit her lip for a moment. "I'm going back outside to look for my book." She then walked out of the bathroom, going down staircases and reaching the entrance, going out of it. It was dark already, and the sky was moon-less, it was a cold autumn night and she strode across the grounds, holding her cloak around herself. She came to a stop by the tree, panting slowly and she reached to down to grab her book. She hesitated before picking it up, sighing to herself. She caught it and turned around, but she jumped at coming face-to-face with Scott. "Don't you get tired of following me?!" she snapped, clutching the book to her chest.

"No," he said and kissed her. She let the book fall from her hand as he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck. Ironically enough, this was the same spot where she had kissed Tom for the first time. But she gave no matter to this as she sank further into the kiss, his hands rubbed her back, at least giving her some warmth as she was shaking, and so was he. She parted her lips and could get a full taste of him, a remarkable taste; moonbeam, pine, musk, and a salty, very boyish taste.

She would have kissed him for hours, but the need for air and the cold were becoming unbearable, damn it.

They broke out, pulling away from the kiss, panting and shivering. She picked her book from the ground and bit her lip, his taste intact on her mouth. She then made her way beside him, in silence, towards the inside of the castle. They remained silent until they reached the empty Hufflepuff common room. The fire was still burning, warming them as they entered through the statue that led to their common room. Dimaia sat down in one of the yellow couches and sighed.

"Sorry," said Scott sitting down next to her. "Momentarily lapse of judgment—"

"Shh," she said putting a finger to his lips. "Don't apologize anymore." She then grinned, and he caught on. "You have nothing to apologize for."

He grabbed her right hand, turning it upward to glance at her palm, and at the symbol on it. "Do you think this will ever go away?" he asked.

"I think it has already gone," she replied and smiled at him.

She cuddled up to him, hugging him around the waist, knowing in her heart that she had lied to him, and now he thought she hadn't gone to Tom. Well, he didn't have to know that. He would be perfectly fine and happy if he didn't. And she would be perfectly fine and happy if she didn't tell him. She looked at him and smiled. He smiled back at her.

She sighed, resting her head on his chest. She thought about Ginny, she had gotten over her illness by now, how was she reacting to Tom? One thing was for sure, Tom would have to send her to her time soon, or her very life could be in danger. And now Dimaia truly cared for the girl, for she knew who she was, and what her role would be.

However, what Dimaia hadn't told Scott, what she hadn't told anyone, not even herself, is that she did not regret having made her deal with Tom. She didn't regret it for a second, and now, whatever happened, she was linked to Tom still, but now if he was harmed, she wouldn't be. If he died, she wouldn't die, neither would Ginny. The Link's clauses had been broken so badly, by all the three of them, that now neither would enjoy glory, nor pain, that happened to either of them. If it happened to one, it would stay in that one person.

Dimaia sighed again, letting her mind drift off for the moment, and just enjoying herself, there would come the time to worry.

***

Ginny sat on the bed, dressed in one of the silk gowns, this one was light blue, and her knees were brought up to her chest, she was supporting her chin on them. She heard the bathroom door open and saw Tom come out of it, smelling fresh and clean, as he had just taken a bath, he had only some boxers on, but this didn't bother her.

She now took a long glance at him, she hadn't paid really much attention to how he looked the night before, she was too busy in… er… other things, really. Tom was a well-formed young man, with mildly pale skin and well toned features. She sighed as he made his way towards her and sat beside her on the bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked anxiously. She could see that he indeed care, and this bothered her. She didn't want him to care, she didn't want him to love her, and she didn't want to love him. It was wrong, everything was wrong; she had stepped into a mess which she would never get out with unharmed.

"I'm alright," said Ginny, shrugging. Tom nodded and placed his hand on her neck, cupping it. She titled her head towards his touch and leaned against him, knowing very well this was going to be more difficult that she had ever imagined.

He had told her what had happened to her, and that it was Dimaia Owens who had healed her. Ginny had listened, she asked what was Scott doing down there, but Tom refused to tell her so. He'd change the subject rather quickly.

"You forgot to mention that you were the one that put me like that. You knew," she said "everything. I was not unconscious," she added at seeing him open his mouth to protest. "Just simply asleep."

"But I got her to cure you—"

"Then for what, if you didn't know hoe to heal me, did you put me in so much danger?" She held up a hand to stop him from talking. "You need me for your plans, because Dimaia won't help you if you ask her to."

"For the record, I did not put you in danger," he snarled "Remember very well that you were the one who pulled me down on top of you."

"You seduced me first."

Tom simply glowered and stood up, pacing around the room, passing his fingers through his raven hair. "Is this some kind of plot for me?!"

"No, Tom, it is some kind of plot against you." Ginny sighed, Tom rolled his eyes.

"You are getting on my nerves! You would NOT like to see me mad!" he said furiously.

"You're already mad, Tom," said Ginny, standing up from the bed and positioning herself three feet away from him, letting her long, red curls fall about her, encircling her in a shower of red, bowing her head down while still keeping her dark gaze on him.

Tom gulped. How could she still look so pure, so innocent? How could she still possess the quality to glow? Tom allowed himself to cross his arms, gaping at her distractedly. She smiled, a sweet, inviting smile that made him burn with lust and made the hairs at the back of his neck prickle. And besides, he hadn't slept in a long time, he felt very tired and he wasn't sure he could control himself.

"But, really, Tom," she said in a soft voice, almost casually, her smile widening. "What can you possibly do to me? Kill me? It would be better for me, mind you. Merlin knows I want to go back to my time, or get out of this one already. It's driving me insane!" She laughed airily, a laugh that reminded him strongly of Dimaia. Tom didn't reply.

The Chamber had rubbed off on her, Tom knew it. He could sense it; he could see it on her actions.

"I'm missing the Lumen de Oreas, you have to get it. Get it," he said "by any means."

She nodded slightly, "Ah, yes," she said nearing him slowly. "Everything goes back to business with you." She stopped very close to him, trailing her fingers across his bare shoulders, tracing every hollow, every form. He shivered in anticipation.

"Business?" he managed to ask, letting his arms fall limp at his sides. She nodded and stood on tiptoe, nearing her lips to his ear so she could whisper into it.

"Let's not talk about it anymore," she hissed. "It does not good, after all, concentrating on the future."

Her warm breath on his ear made him realize she was very close to him, too close indeed. She had aroused him again. Oh damn teenage hormones! She then let her arms circle his neck as he looked down at her oddly. Surely, this wasn't her acting like this, right? She then pulled him down towards her, capturing her lips with his own as he wrapped his arms around her waist, welcoming her impulses.

They kissed hungrily, with not a care on their minds. As the kiss intensified, he grabbed her legs by the backside of her knees and wrapped them around himself. She chuckled into his mouth, shaking with laughter until she had to break apart from him, laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" he asked, tilting his head to get a better look at her.

"Nothing," she said, calming down. "I just had a Deja-Vu." She smiled and neared her face to his again, but he pulled away. "What?"

"Are you sure that's all?" he asked. She nodded and leaned in again, but he looked at her intently. "Really sure?"

"Yes!" she said and groaned "Now stay still, I'm trying to kiss you." And as he smirked, she grabbed his face on her hands, leaning in for another kiss, and this time he kissed her back eagerly. He blinked, puzzled, before closing his eyes, but he had done so much as to lean into her kiss, when she pulled away and climbed off him. But he grabbed her wrist.

"You're not leaving me like this," he said as he sat her on top of the bedside table and kissed her more hungrily, aching all over for her. No matter what he did, it simply wasn't enough. And he discovered why… she didn't let him make her his. Even if they had made love, even if they did it a million more times, she would never really be his to keep. But, for now at least, she was willing to go with him. And he must take advantage of that.

She cupped his face while kissing him, and he found this even more arousing. Oh damn her… no other woman had made him feel like this. Dimaia was a must, he had to do it with her, partly because he wanted to, but mostly because of the promise he'd done to her. He'd never loved Dimaia, and he had told her numerous times. He had cared for her, strangely enough he admitted this, and he still did… to some extent. But with Ginny, well, he was different with her. He loved her, and the mere thought of this scared him to death.


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He rubbed her thighs, dangerously close to losing his mind in the moment. He picked her up and placed her down on the bed, carefully making his way on top of her without breaking the kiss, stretching his legs out behind him. She broke the kiss and smiled; she was now panting and searching for air. But her smile flickered as her reason came again to her. "We... we can't do this, Tom." But even though she herself had tried to put a boundary, she is the one that props up and starts kissing his neck, nibbling slightly on the flesh there.

"And yet you see me doing nothing to stop you..." His words are whispered low, his mind seeking conscious thought but not finding it, while he is fully awake his sense of ethics and morals seems shredded, and his hands twisted in her hair.

She smirked against his neck and made her way up to nibble on his ear. She then lay down again, so she was looking up at him. The fact that this was wrong only made her want it more, even though she had already done this with him. "Why would you stop me?" She smiled in a suggestive way, very much unlike her, but it was all she knew how to react, it was not her mind reacting to this, it was her body, her mind lay forgotten with her morals. To hell with them, really.

He moaned softly at her tongue and teeth against his ear, sending shivers up from the base of his spine, he wanted her, needed her and the lack of sleep combined with the firelight had turned him crazy for her, his own arousal clear and present as he leans down atop her, his lips claiming hers in a spectacular kiss, his tongue parting her lips and making it deep with lust and passion.

She moaned into his mouth as her tongue wildly caressed his, she had to spread her legs a little so both him and her could be more comfortable. She felt his arousal on her stomach and she then felt a tinge go across her, down to an exact spot between her legs as she wrapped her arms around him again, wanting him closer, closer than what he was at the moment. The sense of lust that traveled throughout her only made her want him more, she kissed him with a bruising passion, trying to calm the lust that now threatened to explode inside of her.

He felt her legs slide apart and took that as an invitation to further his actions; his hands left her hair and slipped between them, up under her gown to caress her soft breasts. His fingers slipped over the swell of them and his lips pushed against hers forcefully, filling her mouth with his overwhelming kiss, his senses over running him right there, his body raging with lust and arousal. He tried to find coherent thought, but he could not.

She let out a cry of pure pleasure as she felt his hands on her and she found she could not kiss anymore, she was panting as she attempted to kiss him again, doing it and arching up to press herself against him, bursting inside with the moment. She panted and writhed under him, attempting too to find coherent thought, but she could not, either. It had led to this, and she wasn't in any hurry to stop it. Not yet anyway. It felt so right with him, so natural.

Tom lifted his lips from her, looking her over her panting figure, her cheeks rosy and her lips swollen, her eyes looked hazy and he smiled, liking the effect he was having on her, as his hands closed over her breasts, his thumbs pressing down on her buds in circles. "Enjoying yourself, Ginny?" He spoke her name through a bit of a ragged breath, and continued to stare deep into her eyes.

Ginny looked at him, almost not being able to speak, her breath coming in short, shallow intakes of air. She clutched at him "Please... please Tom..." she gasped as her rubbed her breasts and she wriggled a bit, unable to keep being still.

He continued to trace slow circles around her round buds with his thumbs, teasing her with a smirk on his face. "Please, what, Ginny?"

She gasped a bit and she clutched now the bed, she attempted to speak again and then couldn't, she could just repeat the same thing over and over again. "Please... please..."

His lips descended on hers and kissed her lightly, pulling away quickly and grinding his hips down a bit into hers. He brought his hands to her gown and murmured a spell that she could not hear, but the moment he touched the fabric, it dissolved against her skin, rendering her naked before his eyes. He admired her, every curve and hollow of her body, and it was almost unbearable to see such beauty and to know he would possess all of her in just a few moments more.

She moaned slightly as his hips pressed against hers giving her full knowledge of his arousal. She looked up at him, a breeze slightly giving her chills. Her own hands went down to the hem of his boxers, pulling on the elastic waistband, attempting to get them down. She smiled slyly up at him, she saw his eyes already darken with desire and she realized there was no turning back. Oh well.

He was impressed at her edge, so willing to get him as nude as she, and he murmured another spell, helping her along and rendering himself naked, he leaned down and began to nibble at her ear, his hands stroking up and down the sides of her body. "Better, darling?"

She moaned again at the feeling of his mouth on her ear, she then grins. "Yes... much better," she hisses seductively in his own ear, running her hands up his bare back, feeling the muscles contract under her hands. "Much, much better..." She tangles her hands in his hair, feeling the soft strands run through her fingers, amazed at the softness of it.

He moaned against her, loving the delicate hiss she made, feeling her delicate hands in his tresses, he stares down at her gorgeous body from the sleek curve of her neck, the soft definition of her shoulders, the round suppleness of her breasts and her perky pink nipples, down to her flat stomach, her well rounded thighs with a mound of voluptuous ginger curls peeking out from between them, all the way down her lean sculpted calves and her dainty little feet. Just looking at her took his breath away.

She smiled up at him, asking the same question he asked her. "Enjoying yourself, Tom?" She smirked up at him, her hands still tangled in his hair.

His hands rake down the length of her body. "Very much so..." All conscious thought of morals long since gone he places his hand on the soft mound of curls between her legs and begins to stroke through them. Watching her reaction intently and what she did was more than he bargained for. She let out a cry of pure bliss as she arched herself up to him, her hands leaving his hair to come clutch at the sheets once again. His eyes burn with passion, his fingers carefully coaxing her thighs apart to touch more of her where she yearns for it most. "Really, Ginny...enjoying yourself?"

She gasped a bit. "Yes..." She could barely speak, but to just give him reassurance, she made the whole effort. "I am…" She then brought her own hand up one of his legs, teasing and hesitating, because she didn't really know what to do, so she just followed her instincts. She palmed his member before closing her hand around it, touching every part of it, trying to explore him with her hand as she writhed with the pleasure he was giving her.

He gasped suddenly feeling her soft tender palm around him. "Ginny! Gods!" Her thighs parted, he slipped a finger over her slick folds and grinned and she moaned again, this time louder. "Please, oh lords, please!" she said raggedly while she stroked him with her hand, biting her lip to keep from screaming louder.

He pulled at her hand, pulling it away from him. "No..." His breathing was ragged. "I won't last..." He leaned down over her and kissed her, nudging his erection at her entrance. She nodded to his mouth, but as she felt him on her entrance, she pulled away, looking at him through widened eyes.

"I'm still... I mean..." She took a deep breath and looked away, heat rising in her face. "I'm not sure about this…" she managed to blurt out. "What if the same thing happens again?"

A gentle smile caressed his face "It'll be alright..." He stroked her cheek gently. "It won't. I promise..."

She nodded then, arching herself to him so he could understand she was ready. She then looked up at him, smiling rather nervously; she kissed him before arching up to him again, barely touching his member with her entrance and smiling.

He leaned down to kiss her, deep and passionate, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he slowly pushed himself into her, then he stopped, breaking the kiss. "Are you certain?" She nodded, kissing him slightly to make him certain; she exhaled deeply and looked up at him. He drew back, and drew in a breath before slamming himself deep into her, and settled himself deep within her to allow her a moment to adjust.

She emitted a low whimpering sound, clutching at his back, her nails she was certain were digging into his back, but she could not remove them. She gulped as she became a bit adjusted to having him inside her for the second time. It still hurt a bit, though, even if it was her second time. But the little pain she experience went away almost quickly, though she did shed two tears. His lips came to caress the tears as they flowed down her cheeks, the sensation of her tight slick walls against his throbbing member making him moan and begin to draw slowly from within her.

She gasped, loosening the grip on his back, sighing deeply as she kissed his neck slowly, biting affectionately at him and smirking. He pulled almost all the way out of her and drove in again, slowly but forcefully, moaning at the slick tightness he felt. She just felt so good with him, as if their two bodies were made specifically to fit one another. And despite the savageness of the moment, he could sense that she felt the same thing.

She squirmed,  rocking her hips slightly with him, she was amazed at how slow he could actually be, she wouldn't be able to have that much control, already as it was, she was writhing with desire and yearning for him and she then reached up and captured his lips with hers, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. He slipped his tongue over hers and drew out again slowly, pushing back in, the feeling of her under him driving him wild. Her breathing increased its pace again, kissing him wildly and moaning into his mouth, urging him to go faster.

Her moans encouraged him and he pulled out and slammed in suddenly, a bit of a rhythm developing and he broke the ravishing kiss. "Tell me...what it is...that you want..." His breath seemed controlled, though only just so.

Again she moaned, unable to contain herself, she did not know what she wanted because this was her second time, and she had no experience except the other one, in which she had been in kind of a trance if she remembered well, but she looked up at him, arching her back. "...Besides you...?" Her breathing was barely coming out now as she gulped. "Just... go faster..."

He smirked, knowing if he were to go at full speed capacity he would rip her to shreds, so he began to thrust into her a bit faster, his hands roughly massaging her breasts. "Is... that... all?"

It was now she noticed that the previous time they hadn't talked at all. He hadn't asked her what she wanted, he wasn't so eager to fulfill her wishes, and now he was. She squirmed again, arching herself more and moving in rhythm with him, gasping as she held on to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I... don't think... I can... take... more than... that."

A gleeful grin hit his lips as he pushed into her harder and faster, sure to bring her off soon with his actions, his lips coming down to devour hers in a soul searing kiss. As he kissed her, she could feel herself reaching her climax, and she tried to make those last few moments as full of passion as she could; caressing him, kissing him, and moaning into his mouth as she parted herself from him and cried his name out in pure ecstasy as she finally reached it.

He felt her body tremble beneath him, and he moaned into her mouth, feeling her shudder feeling her clench around him as he struggled against her to thrust into her one more time, and then it comes, shooting up through the base of his spine and then through his body and he cried out her name as she finished crying out his, he shook and fell atop her, panting.

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She was now panting, recovering from the moment, feeling weak and content; she cradled his head on her chest as her chest rises in a steadying manner. At the while, he allowed her to cradle him and allowed his breathing to slow before looking down into her eyes, smiling to her, she smiled back to him, as she wiped a sweaty strand of hair out of his face.

Neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. No words were to be said. Nothing at all, since it would probably ruin the mood. And so she had done it again, but she didn't regret it. Quite the contrary, she had actually started it this time, and she hadn't been under a spell of some sort. She loved him, she hated him, she wanted him, needed him, and despised him, all at the same time.

He rolled from her, and she gasped a bit when he removed himself from within her. Then, he lay down besides her, rounding her in his arms, she sighed as she leaned into his embrace and he kissed the top of her head.

"What do you think this is all going to lead to?" she asked tilting her head to look at him.

"I don't know," he said to her. "But just enjoy it," he smirked "at least a dozen more times…"

Author's Note: Do not kill me! You wanted graphic, I gave you graphic! Okay, okay… THIS is the longest. Perhaps the last time I'll say this… I think. Okay, only a few more chapters to go and then zip, nada, zero, everything will just END. But then there is the sequel, so hold your pants ladies and gentlemen. ^_^; However, the sequel will take a bit to post. Or maybe nothing. Depends if I'm feeling up to writing and how Greacely harasses me. *PING* ^_^;

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