Chapter Thirteen:
"It isn't over."
Draco looked up at his Potions Master with a grim smile.
"How can you even stand there and say that? Ginny's gone and we have no way of finding her."
"She can't leave you Draco...she's been through hell this year and you're the only one that makes her feel like she can pull through."
Draco just sat and looked at the floor; his fist imprinted in the stone looked back at him. He didn't know what to do now...without her he felt empty, soulless, nonexistent.
Then his thoughts turned to Pansy. He'd hurt her so badly...and he hadn't meant to. Though she was annoying and whiny, he still cared for her as a friend. At least she'd be happy to know that Ginny was gone. But that would make Draco only hate Pansy more.
"You'd better go to bed, you don't look so good." At the precise moment of those words, the young boy's insides turned and he vomited on the cold stone floor.
"She's sick...that baby is making her sick, I can feel it." Draco panted trying to get his focus correct. That's when something happened; he hit the floor and lay motionless...
He landed on his knees in front of the house, he'd heard a lot about it. It was one of the most ancient houses in all of London—the Riddle house. His whole body trembled as he stood and proceeded to the door. But something stopped him.
It smells of death...inside that house.
No, please...
His knees buckled but he held his weight and walked to the rickety old door. Opening it up his body went stiff, and his eyes widened.
Red eyes looked back at him through the dark...but they weren't Tom's eyes...
He reached a hand out and tried to grab.
He then heard footsteps and laughter. Another set of eyes came beside the first and narrowed.
"Isn't she beautiful, Dragon?"
"What have you done to her?" Draco's voice was bitter and cold, his fists clenched at his sides.
"She wanted this...wanted me...I was all she had after you abandoned her and this child died."
"Give her back..."
"She's happy..."
"Like hell she is, give her back!"
That's rather unfair of you...you lost your father and now you want to take what's mine? You don't play fair...but then again, neither do I." Draco's body was lifted and he was sent back outside at an alarming speed and he hit the dirt, skidding a few feet and lay staring at the stars.
Suddenly she knelt beside him; her skin was as pale as death and her eyes were glowing. She brushed her fingers across his cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"You tried to steal me away...that's bad. Bad boys should be punished." Her fingers closed around his arm and he screamed. Panic swept through his body as his arm gradually became numb.
"W-w-why am I here?" He tried to sound tough through the pain.
Abruptly her head dropped and her hair covered her face, trembling and sending those vibrations of fright through the earth, she spoke.
"Please help me...I can't hold on. It hurts." That was his Ginny, trying to speak through whatever psychotic little girl Tom had made her before.
"I'm here." He whispered and took her hand. She broke it and smiled when he screamed.
"I will make certain that you do not have the power to take me away...I belong here...I always have."
"No, no you don't Ginny." He winced from the pain of his broken fingers.
"You don't own me! –Draco please!—Shut up!"
He could barely get this straight, that thing and Ginny were fighting for dominance. His muscles twitched as Tom came beside Ginny and kissed her forehead, his eyes glistened malevolently at Draco.
His fingers glided over her shoulders and removed her top, gently his kissed her neck, shoulders and all the while his eyes were on Draco's. He was just trying to get a rise out of the boy...and it was working.
Tom grabbed her hand and guided it between his legs. Her fingers automatically closed around his erection and his eyes rolled. He growled against her throat and licked her neck. Draco felt his insides twist again and he looked away.
(A/N: This part is actually pretty morbid...I just thought it was a nice touch, just like the very beginning.)
"What do you want?"
"I need you inside me..."
The things head dropped back and she stared at Draco, lips curled she looked back at Tom and welcomed his mouth to hers. (A/N: Poor Draco! I feel terribly awful that I'm making them have sex while Draco lies there not able to do anything. This just shows how cruel Tom really could be....:blinks:...)
Tom's tongue shot into her mouth and wormed it's way around before he ran it over her bottom lip. Her body tensed and her hips collided with his. His fingers slid over her arms and held her wrists above her head in a torturous maneuver. She hissed seductively deep within her throat as his free hand clasped around her thigh. Tom turned to stare at Draco, lips curling.
"Mine now..."
When he looked back at her, she was frowning. Next instant he made a howling noise and tore away from her. Draco watched him as he held his eye, and between his fingers...was her wand. She had scrambled away from him and next to Draco and she was crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He wrapped his robes around her as she lunged for him. She held him around the middle and sobbed into his stomach.
"It's okay...please calm down." His clean hand came around her in a tight embrace. Suddenly an explosion shattered the silence and they both looked as Tom's body gave a convulsive shudder and lay still.
"You never learn..."
Both teens turned to see someone striding toward them.