Author's Note: I have decided to do a bit of a change of plans in my whole schedule of the whole not-so-mysterious mystery man; because half of you already know who it is. It's easy. So, I want to humor Persephonie and get him here already! Woop! Anyway, it will be "put into writing" or just as an assurance in this chapter. Yes, he comes now, he comes here. I know I said more Tom/Ginny but, I don't know, it really depends. Let's see… that's all I have to say. Oh and more Dimaia/Scott as I said.

A big special thanks to Herentas Meridiae, I loved your review! It's so explicit, and I love when people go straight to the point. I liked everyone else's reviews too, they're all appreciated, but I loved the bit "don't let me down or I'll haunt your dreams" LoL… that had me laughing for ages. ANYWAY! On with the story.

Save me from myself, 
Cause I can't control myself,
I've invaded my own mind,
And there's things I cannot find,
Where am I today?
I think I've gone away,
But I really cannot say,
No I cannot. – Save Me ~Serial Joe

Chapter 17

Unexpected turn of events

Ginny walked around the Chamber, exploring its numerous rooms and mazes. It was really big and extent, it had many nooks and crannies, every room was different. Up from the Apothecary, to the interior gardens, the Avius Memoriola, which she dared not enter, and the preparation chambers, there were all different. It was another world, right underground. It had many entries from the outside, and only one at Hogwarts. Some led to Hogsmeade, and others to places she did not recognize.

She was dressed is long, gold, satin gown that hung loose from her; her hair was loose in rogue curls that went down to her waist. She walked barefoot, seeing everything slowly. Tom was up in the school, taking his classes, raising no suspicion whatsoever. Ginny felt empty, almost weak, as she almost did. Being out of time may not be exactly such a good thing.

How long she had dreamed for this; of being with Tom Riddle at last. But now that she was… she felt something was missing. What was missing, though? She loved Tom, she wasn't in love with him, but she loved him enough. She couldn't fall head over heels with him, she must remember that. Soon, he would be an evil person and he wouldn't have a heart, not even for her.

She stood in the doorway of one of the interior gardens, it was beautiful; wild flowers were spread around, as were many exotic and unknown plants. She heard the sound of a distant waterfall. Even if it was indoors, it felt outdoors. She sighed and smiled, closing her eyes and walking forward. She then felt something hard on her ankles and realized she had tripped on some kind of root, she felt herself falling, the blood rushing to her face in those tiny milliseconds, but someone caught her and she opened her eyes. She saw a pair of cold eyes and she gasped.

"You!" she said unbelievably, he smirked.

***

Scott felt the warm water of the tub in the Prefects' Bathroom and smiled, it was bliss, extreme relaxation. He and Dimaia had agreed to stay as friends, nothing more. And however, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Oh damn her. In his thinking he heard the door open and close faintly.

"It's busy," he mumbled, eyes still closed "Wait until I finish."

But he heard footfalls and he groaned, opening his eyes and looking towards the door. There was a figure there, with a long, black, hooded cloak that didn't leave a single piece of skin to be seen. Scott fumbled in the thick bubble-covered water and reached out a hand to grab his towel, but the person had put its foot on it. It was a pale skinned foot, with toes painted purple and a single, silver bangle around the ankle. He let his eyes wander up the leg until he could see no more of it as it got lost in the darkness of the cloak.

He looked up to the hooded face, but he could only see the bottom of the nose and full, rosy lips. But the candles didn't go as much as to illuminate the whole face. "Who are you?" he asked, rather uncertainly.

"Scared, Scott?" it whispered as it kneeled next to the bathtub. The person smiled a flirty, playful smile. That smile…

"Dimaia?" he asked as she put down her hood, still smiling. However, this was not Dimaia, was it? Where were the thick lined eyes? It was Dimaia, and she looked even more beautiful this way. Her black hair was up in some kind of bun with curls sticking out of it defiantly. Scott smiled. She blinked innocently. "What are you doing here?" he asked, widening his eyes, considering the situation. "Do you know what would happen if they caught you in here? You're not a prefect—"

"Oh, hush," she said. "Only one thing is going to happen here, and it is up to you, really. Because I already made my decision." She then leaned in to kiss him, but he held up a hand and stopped her.

"No," he said. "We said we would only be friends."

"You're right, I guess…" she trailed off and stood up, her back to him. Scott took this opportunity to grab the towel, get out of the tub and wrap the towel around his waist. He then walked over to her. "You know what, though?" she said, turning around and jumped a little at seeing him out of the water. However, she approached him.

"What?" he asked, his breath catching in his throat as she approached him.

"I don't want to." And she kissed him, letting him know in her kiss exactly what it was that would happen. He, hesitantly, placed an arm around her waist, but he felt something round and hard on it, he pulled back and looked at her. She smiled slyly.

"What's that?" he asked.

"A tablet," she replied and smiled, pulling open the cloak and letting it fall at her feet. Now his breath was really punched out of him; she was wearing a simple purple nightdress and she was bare. She pulled the tablet out of behind her and tossed it in the water. "Let's just say it goes really well with the occasion." The water turned light blue and bubbles started filling it, an exotic smell emanating from them. She looked down for a bit.

Scott put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up to him. "Are you sure about this, Dimaia?" he asked "I don't want you to get second thoughts and then leave me all…" he shuddered at the thought, looking at her; she had an innocent face on, smiling.

"I was just going to tease you."

Scott laughed and kissed her longingly. They parted each other's mouth with their lips, kissing each other hungrily. And before he pulled her in towards the water, as he removed his towel and got in himself, he held out his arms to her and said. "I love my little gypsy." And he pulled her down.

***

"Me, Weasley, are you surprised?" he sneered.

"Yes…" she admitted. "Why would you, out of all people, save me?"

"I have my reasons." He said and pushed her fiery curls off of her face. He saw the Drop of Inroro that was dangling on her neck and ripped it from her. "You don't need this anymore," he said "You don't really love him, you just think you do." He then leaned in and she stepped away.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, but he held her in place and touched something on her neck. She shivered slightly.

"This thing leaves marks?" he asked, outlining the burn with his forefinger, he then eyed the Drop, which dangled from his hand, it had lost the thick substance it once held inside. She gulped.

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"You do, do you?" she asked. "What did I say then?"

"You said: that this was a dream, that I should leave you alone. Loosely translated, of course. And I replied that this isn't a dream, I am here, and that I understand Pig Latin."

"I know what you said," she said and looked down, she then looked up at him. "Malfoy, tell me something."

"What do you want?" he asked and sat down on the floor, she paced around him.

"How did you manage to take that off me? No one can do that." She then eyed him. "How do I know this isn't a dream?" she asked suspiciously. "How do I know this isn't one of Tom's tricks?"

"Even Riddle isn't that clever, Weasley," he said, he then stood up. "But, fine if you really want to know…"

"I do." She bit her lip as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He then leaned in and kissed her very briefly, but left her feeling dazed and not quite on earth. Her stomach lurched tightly.

"Felt that?" he said and eyed her. She nodded. "Then it isn't a dream." He sighed. "I was in part sent here, Weasley, to stop you before you did anything stupid. But you already did." She tilted her head at him. "Does your brain not work properly? The dreams? The Memoriola thing? Do you not remember?"

"I thought they were just visions—"

"The dreams were. However, the Memoriola wasn't. Come on, Weasley, even you aren't that thick."

"You'd be surprised…" she trailed off and sighed. "Who sent you?"

"I won't tell you. That's a personal question, so just listen to me." He pulled her arms and made her sat down as he sat down again. "I am only here for a little while. Time travel is very dangerous, it takes a toll off. And you… well you are strong, Weasley, but let's face it, you're no super strong person who is immortal and all that shit." He sighed. "You need to find a way out of this time. Me and Granger have been beating ourselves, but we can't find any. You must know a way…"

"Well, there's an incantation." She looked at him. "I read about it, but the one who brought me here is the one that has to say it in order to send me back."

"How does it go?" he asked, she sighed again. She then closed her eyes and opened her left palm, the book appeared on it, and she opened her eyes to find him eyeing her oddly. "Er..."

She fumbled through the pages, very aware that he was looking over her shoulder, and that he couldn't understand a thing. She found the page she was looking for and signaled a paragraph. He craned his head to look at her, and she did the same, their faces were very close.

"You expect me to read that?" he asked. She nodded slowly. "I don't understand those symbols, whatever they are."

"Parseltongue," she said chuckling nervously. "Sorry, I forgot you didn't understand it. I see it as English. Okay… 'Chapter Eight, Lesson Ten: Back to Time. To send back desired individual to said time, the person that brought him/her must send them back, or forward. To do this, it is a simple procedure. First, the individual to be sent must not be doing magic at the moment. It would be peril for the individual. Second, the individual must be stripped of his/her powers, so the incantation can work rightly. Third, the incantation is complex, but it must be said with precise accuracy. It goes like this Temporalis Sopor, Reditio Dicio, Reditio Tempus Aeternus! After this is said, the individual will return to his/her time. If it was performed rightly… Lesson Eleven—' Okay, that's it. Did you get that?"

"Yeah," he said and stood up, pacing around the garden.

"What did I do that was stupid?" she asked. It was an obvious question, but she needed to be told.

"What didn't you do…." He sighed. "Look, Ginn—er—Weasley, you—"

"Call me Ginny."

"What?"

"It's easier."

"If you say so," he passed his fingers through his silver-blond hair. "Ginny." He smiled slightly, but quickly replaced it for a sneer. "You know I'm not very keen on the goody-goodies. But since you're not a goody-goody, I think this is acceptable." He smirked, she eyed him, "I can see right through your little innocent face, don't think I don't. Ginny, I basically wouldn't care if Potter dies, if even Granger or the other Weasley die. But you…" he trailed off and paced around in deep thought.

Ginny stood up and neared him, his back was facing her. "I what?" she asked, he turned round, and jumped back a bit at seeing her so close.

"Nothing," he drawled and stretched. "This is a tiring thing, mind you. I've had to make these little trips a lot over these few days. I hope it is worth it." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, she rolled her eyes.

"What do you want?"

"You."

She goggled at him and gulped. "What did you say?"

"I said," he smirked, "that I want you."

Author's Note: Bum, Bum, Bum! Okay… there we go. Next chapter will be fun. I foresee this. Bah, anyway, bye!

Review! You know I love those. ^_^;

~Blue