Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. He and the characters all belongs to J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot.
Title: Sacrificial Darkness
Main Characters: Draco/Ginny, Tom/Ginny, Severus/Ginny (non-romantic)
Summary: Dark sensual dreams invade her mind at the start of her sixth year. Two men may be her only key to the destruction of the Dark Lord.
Rating: This first chapter isn't exactly NC-17...more like medium to somewhat hard R.
Chapter One:
Everything seemed colder the before. Her hands, her face and even her fingertips felt like ice beneath his touch. His smile was cruel and unwavering, his words were touched by malice.
"You will not defy me again." His grip was rough and made her cry out in agony. A sensation swept through her as his touch drifted to her lips; his mouth closed on hers and all she experienced was horrible, deathly numbness. She was able to break away for a moment.
"Never, my love. Tom?"
"Yes my pet?" He whispered and softly kissed her temple.
"Will you love me even after I wither to nothing?"
The fights were all the same, a bit rough but they all ended the exact same way. But this time, the making up was different. It was more longing, sensual.
"I will love you until my own dying day."
She smiled to herself and cuddled against him. He draped a hand of ownership across her stomach and tilted his head up toward the stars. He smelled as sweet as honey. She could detect his scent perfectly these days. Lately though, his kisses were sour and sexless. They were completely void of feeling. She had tried to ask him about that, she was desperate for answers. But he would give her none. He was still so distant with her and she simply wouldn't stand for it any longer.
'Why don't you kiss me like you used to?" He looked down upon the girl with a frown and smoldering dark eyes.
"Because I'm afraid."
"Of what?" Her voice was soft and childish; just how he liked it.
"I don't wish to hurt you." That was the honest truth for him.
"How could you?" It was said with a soft giggle that came from deep within her throat.
"I'm scared of myself around you. I do not trust myself." She turned to face him and he inhaled deeply. Lord, she was beautiful; long crimson waves flowed down to her hips, pale skin and scattered freckles everywhere. Chocolate-honey eyes stared intently at him. Ginevra Weasley. The girl as pure as light. And he, Tom Riddle...the darkest of the dark.
People said that it would never work. She was just too pure for his own darkness. She didn't want to believe, and so...she tangled herself with him. She had showed them what the light could do to the dark. She penetrated his soul, reached in and withdrew the greater evil that everyone claimed was stored deep inside the boy.
When he kissed her this time, it was full of sensuality, longing and desire. He slid his fingers through her hair and moaned her name as he now held her hips. Carefully she clambered on top of him, straddled his waist and began to undo his tie. They had slept together only once before, and it hurt like hell for Ginny; she felt her insides rip apart. From then, they hadn't done it again.
She clawed the soaking soil, to get a better position on Tom. Both were unaware that they had been getting rained on heavily for the past few minutes. Everything was slippery beneath her touch now. It was frustrating.
"Damn it!" She cried as her finger slipped away from his tie. He brushed his dark hair away from his eyes and smiled crossly at her. Slowly he lifted his wand and with a flick of his wrist, all but undergarments were disposed of.
His eyes trailed over her pale perfect body until his eyes came to rest on her breasts. He reached a hand up and greedily licked his lips. Her hand stopped him from going any further.
"If you belong to me...then everything else on you is mine as well."
"Just relax my love." Ginny smiled and her fingers flew to the waistband of his black boxers.
Her hand snaked inside his boxers and she watched him attempt to look calm as she touched him. Her hand closed around his shaft and she let her nails skim the tip of him. That little action caused him to shudder and gained her a hoarse moan. She smiled at him as she bent down to kiss his neck.
Suddenly he growled fiercely, gripped her shoulders and drilled his tongue into her mouth. She let her free hand grip his shoulder as her other made him moan and nip at her. Finally, she withdrew her hand and let the soil soak up his juices as she placed her hand on the ground and kissed him intensely. His fingers gathered her hair and twirled some pieces. She felt her body tense as he had somehow gotten rid of his boxers and carefully slid inside her. He was breaking her again, but this time it didn't hurt. She hissed his name and bucked her hips against him. She felt her body shudder as she groaned and collapsed against him. Slowly he had taken himself out of her and put his clothing back on.
"We should really get back..." Tom murmured and held out his lover's blouse and skirt. She smiled warily and put them on, tied her hand up and slipped on her robes.
"Why do you think we fight so much?" With ease, he came up behind her and pulled her against him.
"Because of the make up sex." He purred and gently kissed her ear. He felt her nod against him and he smiled.
"Let's go...it's getting dark."
"Not frightened of the dark, are you?" His voice was almost of mocking tone, and suddenly his grip on her seemed all too tight.
"Stop-hey that's hurts."
"That shouldn't be painful...not after what we just did." The grip slackened and he laughed hoarsely.
She hated how cocky and snide he got after they slept together. But she dealt with it all the same; because like Tom said 'It's because of the make-up sex that we fight...' and they both knew that that's what kept them going. It made her think as she and Tom stared back toward the castle.
'Was the sex the only reason I'm still with him? That's not fair...but I'm not sure if I love him right now.' She knew that wasn't at all fair. She always seemed to have different views on him each day. Some days she wanted to rip his throat out, shag him senseless or just sit with him for a few stolen hours.
"I love you my dear...forever and always." He whispered and kissed her temple.
"Forever." Ginny whispered under her breath and curled her hand tightly in his, laced their fingers together and gently kissed his knuckles. He loved her that's all she needed to know...that's all she needed to feel. His love for her was going to help her make up her mind in the future.
Drenched in a cold sweat, she sat up. Her entire body trembled as she spoke through sobs.
"Tom..."