(A/n: did you really think I was going to leave it there? Yeah right!)
DICLAMER: I don't own the characters. I only own the parts of them that I
created.
PART 2
He Owns Me
Ginny sat alone on the floor. The diary was next to her. She was rocking back and forth with tears fresh upon her face. She was still shocked by what had just almost happened. She stopped momentarily and threw the book across the room. She cursed Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then continued sobbing.
Hermione made her way up the staircase towards the girls' dorms. As she walked down the hallway, to her private dorm, she heard the sounds of soft crying coming from the prefect dorm. She slowly opened the door and peeked in through the crack. She saw a ball of red Weasley hair, hunched over. It was Ginny, curled up crying on the floor. Hermione crouched down next to the younger girl and put a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Ginny, are you okay?" she asked kindly.
Ginny took a breath and withdrew her face from her folded arms. She looked at Hermione sad eyes. She quietly spoke; "I--I brought him back."
The older girl fully sat down and put her arm around the younger girl. "Brought who back?"
"Tom," Ginny whispered and put her head back down.
"Tom?" Hermione's face flashed from concern to fear. "He didn't hurt you did he? Where is he now?"
"He's gone. I got rid of him."
"You got rid of him by yourself?"
Ginny looked up, "How incapable do you people think I am?! I can take care of myself you know!"
"You know I didn't mean it like that." Hermione sat there for a moment. She took one of Ginny's hands with her own.
"Ginny, you know I--" she started, but noticed bruises on Ginny's wrists.
"I know you what?" Ginny said as she felt Hermione's fingers graze over where Tom had gripped her. It burned with pain. She pulled away.
Hermione bit her lip and looked concernedly at Ginny. "What did he do to you?"
It took a moment for Ginny to answer. "Nothing, he did nothing; not worse than what he has already done."
"What do you mean?"
Ginny sat in silence.
"Okay, but will you answer one question for me?" Hermione asked.
"Fine," Ginny mumbled into her knees.
"You had better promise me you'll answer."
She lifted her head again, "I said fine! Ask already!"
"Why?"
Ginny knew what Hermione was asking, but wanted it clarified. "Why what?"
"Why did you bring him back? You obviously knew what was going to happen."
One word summed up everything for Ginny, "Revenge."
Hermione was puzzled. Ginny obviously knew that. Hell, anyone could tell when Hermione was confused, because she rarely ever was.
"I had to get him back for what he did to me," she said bluntly, as if she expected Hermione to understand. She didn't, of course. She had a befuddled look on her face again. "Hermione, he made me love him. He didn't order me to, like when he ordered me to call upon the balsik, or kill those chickens; he just--I don't know--I just loved him. For these last five years I have been suffering. He took a part of me, 'Moine. He took my will to love anyone else. I wanted to love people, I wanted to love you, but I couldn't even love myself, let alone other people. I loved him, only him, and I had to let him know how it felt to have a part of himself stripped away. He never loved anyone before, and I figure if he loved me and I damned him back to his own personal hell, he would understand what he did to me."
Hermione sat in silence for a moment, before she spoke. "It sounds like you hate him more than you love him."
"Don't you understand? I do hate him. I hate him for making me love the awful person he is, for not letting me move on with my life, for using me, for nearly killing me, for nearly killing you."
"I understand that, but why would you put yourself in danger, like that, again?"
"You are missing the entire point. I had to do to him what he did to me; I made him love me so that he would know the pain he caused me, until forever ends. I have never been a complete person since my first entry in that damned diary, five years ago."
"Ginny, I had no idea, he hurt you like that."
"Whatever, it was all in vain; he managed to add to the pain."
"Now are you going to tell me what," Hermione took Ginny's hand and motioned her head towards the bruises, with out breaking eye contact, "those are from?"
Ginny looked down and traced the outline of the prints. "He was going to rape me, but then he stopped before he even started." She paused for a moment, "I suppose I succeeded, in a way." Tears had sprung up in her eyes, "He untied me and apologized a thousand times. Then he told me he loved me. I wanted to kiss him, and actually mean it. I couldn't. I would be giving him what he wanted, and that would deny me of what I had intended to do in the first place. Instead, I tore out a few pages of the diary, and watched him slowly disappear, for the last time. So it's over now. I 'm going to destroy the diary." Silent tears continued to roll down her face.
"Ginny, if it makes you feel better, I love you." Hermione gave a weak smile.
Ginny returned it. "I know. Thank you." She leaned over, hugged Hermione tightly, and said, "Now I can finally love you and everyone else back, and I wont hold back."
(A/n: .and so ends Gin and Tonic.)
PART 2
He Owns Me
Ginny sat alone on the floor. The diary was next to her. She was rocking back and forth with tears fresh upon her face. She was still shocked by what had just almost happened. She stopped momentarily and threw the book across the room. She cursed Tom Marvolo Riddle, and then continued sobbing.
Hermione made her way up the staircase towards the girls' dorms. As she walked down the hallway, to her private dorm, she heard the sounds of soft crying coming from the prefect dorm. She slowly opened the door and peeked in through the crack. She saw a ball of red Weasley hair, hunched over. It was Ginny, curled up crying on the floor. Hermione crouched down next to the younger girl and put a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Ginny, are you okay?" she asked kindly.
Ginny took a breath and withdrew her face from her folded arms. She looked at Hermione sad eyes. She quietly spoke; "I--I brought him back."
The older girl fully sat down and put her arm around the younger girl. "Brought who back?"
"Tom," Ginny whispered and put her head back down.
"Tom?" Hermione's face flashed from concern to fear. "He didn't hurt you did he? Where is he now?"
"He's gone. I got rid of him."
"You got rid of him by yourself?"
Ginny looked up, "How incapable do you people think I am?! I can take care of myself you know!"
"You know I didn't mean it like that." Hermione sat there for a moment. She took one of Ginny's hands with her own.
"Ginny, you know I--" she started, but noticed bruises on Ginny's wrists.
"I know you what?" Ginny said as she felt Hermione's fingers graze over where Tom had gripped her. It burned with pain. She pulled away.
Hermione bit her lip and looked concernedly at Ginny. "What did he do to you?"
It took a moment for Ginny to answer. "Nothing, he did nothing; not worse than what he has already done."
"What do you mean?"
Ginny sat in silence.
"Okay, but will you answer one question for me?" Hermione asked.
"Fine," Ginny mumbled into her knees.
"You had better promise me you'll answer."
She lifted her head again, "I said fine! Ask already!"
"Why?"
Ginny knew what Hermione was asking, but wanted it clarified. "Why what?"
"Why did you bring him back? You obviously knew what was going to happen."
One word summed up everything for Ginny, "Revenge."
Hermione was puzzled. Ginny obviously knew that. Hell, anyone could tell when Hermione was confused, because she rarely ever was.
"I had to get him back for what he did to me," she said bluntly, as if she expected Hermione to understand. She didn't, of course. She had a befuddled look on her face again. "Hermione, he made me love him. He didn't order me to, like when he ordered me to call upon the balsik, or kill those chickens; he just--I don't know--I just loved him. For these last five years I have been suffering. He took a part of me, 'Moine. He took my will to love anyone else. I wanted to love people, I wanted to love you, but I couldn't even love myself, let alone other people. I loved him, only him, and I had to let him know how it felt to have a part of himself stripped away. He never loved anyone before, and I figure if he loved me and I damned him back to his own personal hell, he would understand what he did to me."
Hermione sat in silence for a moment, before she spoke. "It sounds like you hate him more than you love him."
"Don't you understand? I do hate him. I hate him for making me love the awful person he is, for not letting me move on with my life, for using me, for nearly killing me, for nearly killing you."
"I understand that, but why would you put yourself in danger, like that, again?"
"You are missing the entire point. I had to do to him what he did to me; I made him love me so that he would know the pain he caused me, until forever ends. I have never been a complete person since my first entry in that damned diary, five years ago."
"Ginny, I had no idea, he hurt you like that."
"Whatever, it was all in vain; he managed to add to the pain."
"Now are you going to tell me what," Hermione took Ginny's hand and motioned her head towards the bruises, with out breaking eye contact, "those are from?"
Ginny looked down and traced the outline of the prints. "He was going to rape me, but then he stopped before he even started." She paused for a moment, "I suppose I succeeded, in a way." Tears had sprung up in her eyes, "He untied me and apologized a thousand times. Then he told me he loved me. I wanted to kiss him, and actually mean it. I couldn't. I would be giving him what he wanted, and that would deny me of what I had intended to do in the first place. Instead, I tore out a few pages of the diary, and watched him slowly disappear, for the last time. So it's over now. I 'm going to destroy the diary." Silent tears continued to roll down her face.
"Ginny, if it makes you feel better, I love you." Hermione gave a weak smile.
Ginny returned it. "I know. Thank you." She leaned over, hugged Hermione tightly, and said, "Now I can finally love you and everyone else back, and I wont hold back."
(A/n: .and so ends Gin and Tonic.)