Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews Pouring((I miss Loonie)) and Potter.
Ship: Ginny/Tom M. Riddle ((I have no idea why I did this.))
There are nights when I lie awake trying to figure out how the hell I fell for him. I mean, he's evil, he is pure evil. He is the essence of the word evil. People fear him so much they can't even say his name. He is that evil.
Yet still I find myself drawn to him. He is like the part of me I wish I had but really don't. Like the puzzle piece that was never actually missing. He's something I can't have but don't need.
Now I have successfull confused the hell out of myself.
The thing is, I love him, even though I know I shouldn't. Even though it goes against all of my morals and everything I've ever believed in. It's a complete disrespect to my family, to my friends, to all the people I've ever met besides him and his faithful followers.
The sick thing is, he loves me too. In a sick, totally fucked up way I too am the object of his desire. I need him, yet I don't. I don't need him because all it will lead to is pain, and hurt, and death. Most definetely death. But I need him all the same because he opens up a whole new world to me and he understands me like no one else ever has.
And it scares me because we're so alike it's bloody terrifying.
But I won't be like him, I won't go dark, I won't kill innocents.
But that doesn't really matter. Because he is him. And he is dark. And he does kill innocents. And even though I know that if I asked him to stop he would drop these games like a bad habit, even though I know that with one word I could save so many, many people. I just don't care.
Because then he wouldn't be the person he is today. Then he wouldn't be so dark, so evil, so perfect.
Because then he wouldn't be my Tom and I...I wouldn't be his Ice Princess.
