Disclaimer: I would love to say I own Harry Potter. However, that would imply that I am British, live in a quaint little castle, and have a husband and two children. Looking around my surroundings, I'm not in Britain nor in a castle, and a husband is out of the question at this point (including the kids), so therefore, I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry to disappoint, well, me. Also, all clipits of songs (This Pain, Down She Goes, andHow The Mighty Have Fallen) that I used are by and belong to Adam Cohen

Warning: Well, I suppose I should point out that, though I chose "Romance" as my sub-category, it doesn't exactly fit it with the accepted definitions of the genre. That being said, there's is a hint of romance regardless, the pairing being Ginny / Tom (Riddle, which I hope you knew) and Ginny / Draco.

Part One

I know why your hurt me
I know why I let you
The more you hurt me
The closer I get to you
It's strange, so strange
This pain, this pain that I love
 --This Pain

Your fingers tangle in my hair, trace my lips, dance across my throat. They leave behind them a burning sensation that speaks of forbidden passion. I close my eyes, loving it, hating it, and hope to wake up.


But I won't.


Slowly, softly, you spilled your black poison over my soul, drenching it in blind obedience. I tried to fight it, I tried so hard, only to fail miserably. You laughed, or cackled, I'm not sure which.


But it was at me.


I trusted you and I still do. I loved you and I still do. You listened to me, and comforted me, and guided me, and betrayed me. Then with one look from eyes that lead to Hell, I forgave you. It's wrong, so, so wrong.


But it feels right.


Too young, too naïve, too pure, I'm the perfect doll for you to break. Please don't. Stay away from me, I need you too much to resist your beckoning arms. I'm in your world and I want to scream, and yell, and cry.


But I can't.


A memory so real, I can feel your breath on my skin. Your hands begin to caress my body and I . . . No, Tom, stop this! So fierce, so demanding, so strong, so silent, speak to me, damn it, speak.


But there are no words.


Let me die here, right here and now, before you possess me further. Let me out of this nightmare. Let me go, please Tom, let me go! Let this not be real and if it is, let me find the strength to fight it.


But I'm too weak.


I loathe myself for belonging to you, I can feel your talons gripping my soul. You already have it, why must you do this? Staking your claim, proving your point. Is this how you mark your territory? Please Tom, make it stop!


But it never will.


Every night, you whisper, every night for the rest of my life. Our little secret, you kiss my lips to seal them, tell no one. Oh Tom, this will kill me. All lines are blurred and you're becoming clearer, I'm fading away.


But I'm not gone.


A memory has my soul.