Author's Note: Sorry to have kept you guys waiting for so long. But the chapter was promised and here it is. It's a tad on the short side, but these last chapters are short and more to the point. Less descriptive crap and more action! LoL! Well, you waited enough, now read! Pretty please?

Can it be possible that I am your idea

Of what love should be,

That you were the one to dream me up,

And that I'm only the subconscious

Of that imagined role

Complaining about a feeling

That never really existed? ~Untitled –©Shiara, 2003

Chapter 19

~Larme de Trahision~

Ginny watched as Tom ran inside the room she was in, he was clutching something in his hand, she eyed it before knowing that he was only a few inches away from her. She was sitting on the desk—rather lying on it—wearing a dark burgundy gown. He cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her deeply, leaning over her as she put a hand to support herself to sit up.

She pushed him back with her other hand and smiled at him. "This is how we started last time." She straightened up as he put one hand on either side of her thighs as she remained seated on the desk.

"And when was that?" he asked, looking up at her suggestively. She grinned.

"About an hour ago," she replied, shaking her head.

"That's too long ago," he said and kissed her neck, she grabbed his face with her hands.

"It is not. Now hold your pants on." She smiled as she turned him round, his back facing her, and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind him and her head she put on his shoulder. He craned his head to look at her; he was wearing a sly smile on his face.

"My pants fall off on their own."

"Put on a belt then."

He chuckled and untangled himself from her, she was about to protest when he turned towards her, showing her the object on his hand. She gasped. "Ginny, at last… I got it." He glanced at it, smiling.

"You… you found it?" she said glancing at it, and stepping down from the desk.

"Why yes…" he looked oddly at her "Did you think I would let the fact that I don't have the book get in my way? Did you actually think I would let that put a stop to me?"

He watched as her expression changed, she had no longer the sweet appeal, nor the sweet smile plastered on her universe adorned face, she was showing no sympathy, no happiness, maybe even a worried face, but her confidence hid it amazingly. "Of course not… Tom…" she said and cleared her throat, giving him a smile he knew it was fake. "I knew… eventually it would happen."

Eventually? What did she mean by that? Oh… hold it, hold it. Was she having second thoughts? He hoped not. He returned a smirk to her and nodded slightly, not letting her know he doubted her. "Very well, then," he said "I shall commence—"

"Commence? Commence what? Don't tell me you are actually planning to already bring people to hysteria," Ginny said, crossing her arms. Tom came to her and embraced her from behind.

"No, Ginny," he said in a soft hiss "Don't be so foolish. I have to prepare the Epotus Navitas first, so it will work."

She stood out from his embrace, eyeing him wearily. He could tell she was scared. "Prepare it, huh?" she stammered and smiled again. "There's no hurry, Tom, wait a bit longer."

"It can't," he said shaking with silent emotion. "I cannot wait until we go out together, to take the world and shape it as our own. I cannot wait to make all of this…and to think it will eventually become Salazar's Soul."

Ginny's expression became even more rough, her features showing the same fear he'd seen when he had brought her back from her time. That little innocent, pure girl who knew nothing was back, afraid like a hushed girl, clinging to an invisible hope.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Tom asked, an evil smile touching his face. Ginny feared that way too known smile. But the Oeil de Obscurité was indeed beautiful; it was an odd shaped bottle, a clear bottle with silver adornments and with a splash of green color. It seemed like such an antique, its form was so odd, that it was almost scary. It had white, runny liquid inside.

"Accio!" The bottle suddenly flew through the air at Ginny's voice, and she caught it in her tender, yet dominant hand. "I'm sorry; I can't let you do this, Tom, not yet." She eyed the bottle and clutched it to her chest. She then bit her lip. "Nor do I think I will ever let you." She sighed and looked at the floor, when she looked up; Tom had lunged at her, trying to grasp the bottle from her.

They struggled for a while; one minute, he'd had her pinned to the ground and the next, she'd had him pinned. They rolled over and over, Tom trying to grab the bottle, but this was the least thing he grabbed. In one attempt, his elbow accidentally hit her face, and her lip started bleeding. He stopped; he was straddling her, he eyed her, fury in his eyes, but he touched her bleeding lip in the ultimate tender caress.

But, not knowing what to expect from him, Ginny took this sudden distraction as an opportunity. "Adfligo!" she shouted, sending him over ten feet backward, he hit the stone floor and slipped into unconsciousness.

Ginny gasped, reacting to what she had just done: The biggest mistake she'd ever made. Oh, it was bad now. He surely was going to kill her. She ran over to him, dropping her wand and picking his shoulders from the ground, but he had already woken up. He glared at her while he stood up, this made her fall down.

"Give me the phial," he said, with fury in his blue, icy eyes.

"No…" she dared to squeak out. He groaned and picked her up from the floor, and carried her by the neck of her gown, her feet dangling in the air, and up to a wall, where he pressed her into it with his hand, some rocks dug into her back, and it was painful, but she didn't even flinch.

"GIVE ME THE PHIAL!" he roared, Ginny squirmed and shook her head. "Oh you won't?" he asked, he was mad; she knew it, mad and insane. She shook her head again.  "You won't…" He slowly let her put her feet on the ground, though he still had her on his arms. He pointed his wand at her, and she whimpered. She was going to die, she knew it.  Then he raised his wand, she winced, knowing what would happen.

He dropped his wand.

She stared at him, wide-eyed as he gripped her by the shoulders and held her to him. "I hate you," he said "Why won't you let me kill you?!" He buried his face into her hair and she patted him awkwardly on the head… tangling her fingers in his hair and caressing his neck, staring, still shocked, at the wall. So he had tried to kill her. This was out of control; this was bad, bad indeed. She thought she had expected him to kill her, but what she had expecting all along was for him to back down, which he did. The coward.

She then voiced her thoughts. "You tried… to kill me…" She choked back the lump that rose in her throat.

He then raised his head to look at her. "I did…" he said and it was as though he was amazing himself. "I'm... I'm sorry. I could never kill you."

She saw to his eyes, and she was amazed at the fact that they had tears. Wait a minute… hold it, hold everything! Tom Riddle… THE Tom Riddle… crying?! Okay, there was something definitely wrong with this picture. She however, ignored the tears and sighed. He then kissed her, hardly. But she pushed him away roughly. "Don't kiss me," she said "Don't kiss me after you almost killed me."

She was hurt, he knew it. But he didn't give up easily. Simply not him to give up so easily. He then grabbed her and kissed her again, and he could feel her struggling, but he didn't care. He could taste the faint, steely taste of blood on her lip, but he didn't care. He pressed her up against the wall, knowing hat he was crushing her, but he didn't care. He was kissing her so roughly that he was sure he was bruising her lips, but goddamnit, he didn't care!

He could feel her attempting to kick him, pounding his chest with her tiny fists, but he didn't really feel any pain. He broke the kiss to kiss her neck possessively and she took the chance to scream. "Let me go!" she demanded "This is rape, you bastard!"

"I am not interested in raping you," he said into her neck, licking her as she trembled slightly. "I want you to want me. I want you to beg to me that I make love to you. And since you can't rape the willing…" he trailed off while kissing her ear.

She gulped, and he could feel it. He then nibbled on her ear, biting down quite hard and she emitted a low squirm of pain as she struggled against him. He just smirked as he placed his hand under her gown caressing the outline of her slender leg up to her waist as she shivered again and he smiled.

"Mm, you see how easy it is?" he said into her jaw line now. She struggled still, though now they were feeble and less strengthening attempts. "Make yourself a favor and stop struggling. It will be more embarrassing for you in the end, when you succumb."

"Stop it, Tom!" she commanded, feeling her defenses grow weaker and weaker as he did wonders with his mouth and with his hand. It was no help that he knew all of her sensitive spots, where she was ticklish and where exactly to kiss her to make her moan. "Please," she mumbled. "Please stop."

He laughed, looking at her. She now noticed that she was naked, only wearing her cotton panties and he was half naked. "You think I will stop? You don't want me to, besides."

She groaned inwardly. He was right. "Oh, this is what you going to tell your guys? This is what you'll be so proud of?" She put on a mocking male voice while he kissed her stomach. " 'Oh, yeah, I got it on against a wall down in the Chamber once, with that Ginny Weasley.' "

He laughed, amused, while he played with the hem of her panties. "Sure…" he said and stood up, releasing her. "Go," he said after a while "You're not worth the time."

"Sure, now I'm not. Just because I didn't do it with you against a wall," she huffed "I don't care, really. Though, that was not what you said two hours ago… Yet, I do not care. You do not belong in my time."

Okay, that hurt. An odd feeling too. He had never felt that before. No one, no one, had ever told him he did not belong. He fumed, taking his shirt and putting it on. "Look for the Lumen de Oreas," he said "You have an hour."

Author's Note: Hey, it isn't a cliffhanger. And you see? No Dimaia/Scott whatsoever. They already made their last appearance on this story. Well, the story is coming to its conclusion. But don't worry, there is still the sequel, which I promise to be very good! Although… er, I won't spoil it for you guys. Oh, and I finally found the title for the sequel: Timeless Scars. Hah, I'm so fast that I already have the first two chapters hand-written and the last one as well. I have the summary as well. But let me finish this one first before typing the chapters I have to computer. All in its due time.

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~Blue Rain