So This Is How It Ends
by inxanity


Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley/Tom Riddle

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle/Voldemort, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley

Summary: Some call them the blessed, they were gifted with extraordinary grace. They were born to be set apart, yet some may call them the cursed. They were born to save us, to die young so we could continue to live. See their final year through their eyes and discover to what fate they were born.

Rating: R


Chapter Two – Change – Ginny


After the last girl in her dorm said goodnight and closed the hangings around her bed, Ginny clicked off the light and snuggled into her own bed.

(dream)

She was in a beautiful house and the sound of laughter could be heard through a door to her left. She walked through it and entered a long hallway. The voices were drifting up the stairs in front of her so she followed them downstairs. They led her to a slightly open door. She peaked through the gap and saw a group of adults sitting there. There was a man in the armchair closest to the fireplace, he looked to be in his late thirties and was still very handsome. He had jet-black hair and dark eyes; he waved his hands energetically as he spoke, obviously the one making everyone laugh. The blonde woman sitting next to him kept eyeing the cigarette held in his left hand that kept coming dangerously close to her face whenever he made an exceptionally dramatic gesture. Ginny could describe her as nothing less than stunning. The aforementioned blonde hair hung down her back, shining in the fire light, and the black party dress that she wore accentuated her voluptuous curves just enough to be entreating but not enough to be considered trashy. She was the person girl's around the world looked at and felt ugly in comparison.

Ginny heard the voices of at least two other people in the room, but because of the angle of the door, she could only glimpse their shadows and the occasional gesture of an arm, or the shake of a foot. Suddenly the front door flew open behind her, Ginny jumped and turned around to look at the source of disturbance, and found nothing there. There was the sound of chair scraping against the floor inside of the room and before Ginny could move, the parlour door flew open.

"What the-" came the explanation as the four occupants of the room filed out. Ginny jumped back.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" she began, but stopped as she noted that no one was paying the slightest bit of attention to her. They were actually walking through her at the moment. She shuddered and moved out of the way. 'No wonder the ghosts hate people walking through them' she thought. She turned her attention back to the party. They were now all crowded around the door, peering outside, and finding nothing.

"Maybe it was the wind," said the blonde, clutching onto the dark haired man's arm.

"Indeed," came a voice from behind Ginny. She, along with the rest of the people in the room, spun around. Ginny gasped. There at the bottom of the stairs stood a boy of 17. A bit older than she had last seen him, but he still looked more or less the same. He was tall and had jet-black hair, much like Harry's, and he wore a set of black robes to match his hair, which hung open over a Hogwarts uniform.

"Tom," she breathed at the same time the man said it.

"Father," Tom replied curtly. "Surprised to see that you even recognize your own son." The blonde gasped and Tom's father's eyes narrowed to slits.

"What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear to Gemma that she and her filthy spawn are not welcome here! They never were!"

"Hmmm, funny, mother never said anything about that. Only 'Your father's a bastard Tom, never forget that. All muggles are bastards!'" Tom said, slipping his wand out from his sleeve and twirling it between his fingers. His father drew back.

"Get out of here that instant!" He screamed, finally loosing his cool, and trying to back into the parlour.

"No, I think I'll stay for a while." Tom said softly. He pointed his wand at one of the guests. The man's eyes grew wide and he backed away, opening his mouth to scream. "Segmentum." Tom said coolly and watched wordlessly as the man was shredded into pieces. The other scattered upon seeing this horrendous sight.

"Revenge is very sweet my love," said a voice in Ginny's ear. She spun around and saw the same boy that was standing at the foot of the steps.

"What is this? Why are you showing me this, Tom?" Ginny cried.

"Because I felt like it, and you needed to see. You were too innocent." Tom whispered, backing Ginny against the wall as his dream self continued to murder his father's wife.

"I'm not innocent Tom. I haven't been since I was eleven. You of all people should know that." Ginny retorted. Tom smirked.

"Of course I do Ginevra, but I didn't mean in that sense." Tom put his hands on the wall on either side of her head. He lowered his head to her ear and said, "And I want to keep you as mine." Then he bit her ear. Ginny flinched as he drew blood, but she couldn't make him stop. No, Tom had full control over her. He always did.

(flashback)

"It's okay Ginevra. Nothing's wrong, all you need to do is relax." Tom said soothingly and so she did. She let him have his way with her, and afterwards he drew her wand, which she had discarded sometime before, and cast a spell on her. She felt herself become weak, and it felt like a hand was grabbing her heart and squeezing the life from her. It was her 12th birthday when Tom, sweet, trusting, loveable Tom betrayed her. Used her. Murdered her. Ginny was left there on the stone floor at the feet of Salazar Slytherin. She watched as Harry came to save her, she saw him defeat the basilisk, and she felt her insides tear apart as Tom disappeared in a flash of light. Suddenly she felt the life return. The hand around her heart gave one last painful squeeze and withdrew, with whispered promises of return. She sat up, and resumed her mask of innocence, 'You must not make then suspicious' she told herself. Ginny rejoined the normal world the next year, void of friends because of association. Everything returned to normal, without Tom, he was gone forever she thought. And every night since, she had wept for her loss.

(end flashback)

Tom discontinued his work on Ginny's ear. She could feel the blood running down her neck. Tom towered over her, her blood dripping down his chin. She could have resisted, she could have stopped herself, and hell she could have woken up. But she didn't.

"Tom," she breathed for the second time that night and before she knew it, she was engaged in a heated kiss. Their tongues battled for control until neither could breathe. Then their mouths broke apart and Tom kissed his way down Ginny's neck as she gasped for air. She tilted her head back to allow for easier access as Tom licked up all the blood running down her neck before returning his attention to the base of her neck where he kissed, sucked, and bit until she had a huge bruise there. Once he was satisfied with the size of the mark he had left, he continued downwards. Unbuttoning Ginny's pajama shirt as he kissed down her collarbone. When he reached her breast, she let out a gasp as she felt the cool air hit her. He began to suck hungrily on her right breast, while rubbing her left one with his hand. Ginny moaned in pleasure and Tom smiled. He then turned his attentions to her left breast. She entangled her hands into his jet-black hair, and he raised his head again, she whimpered at the halt of his actions. He captured her lips in a fiery kiss again and placed his hands on her ass. She winded her legs around his waist and he lifted her up. She began to grind against him and Tom growled into her mouth. He broke the kiss and then kissed down to the top of her right breast again. Ginny screamed as she felt two teeth sink into her skin.

"Ginny. . . Ginny! GINNY!" Ginny opened her eyes and saw all four of her dorm mates standing over her.

"Oh my god Ginny, I don't think I've heard anyone scream like that before! It was like you were dying or something. . ." the girl shuddered and trailed off. Ginny sat up in bed and put her head in her hands. All of a sudden she felt like she was burning up.

"Oh god, help me." She moaned as she stumbled to the bathroom, clutching her head. As soon as she reached it and turned on the lights, a wave of nausea hit her and she barely made it to the toilet as she threw up. Someone was standing behind her, holding her hair back, and once she was finished she croaked to one of the people standing by the door to turn off the lights. Once it was dark, she felt better.

"Oh holy shit," she swore as she scrambled up from her seat on the floor. She shooed everyone out and locked the door behind them. She leaned up against the door and flicked the lights on again. As soon as they were on, she felt her skin start to burn and her eyes sting, and the nausea returned. She quickly turned them off and walked over to where there was a long mirror above a row of sinks. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, and then turned on the water and washed her face quickly and brushed her teeth. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt while telling herself over and over again 'It was only a dream. . . It was only a dream. . . It was-" Ginny looked in the mirror and screamed again. The others, who were standing outside of the door clutched their ears at the pitch and volume of the noise. When they found her in the morning, Ginny was passed out on the floor, her pajama top hiding the two teeth marks at the top of her right breast.


A/N: Ok so by now you can tell it won't only be a Hermione/Draco story.  It'll take them a while to get to that so be patient.  Hope you liked it, sorry for the long time in updating.

bitterly yours,

inxanity