I am not too good at making scenes I dream up into stories so this simply is a small scene! I am not too good at Fanfic.s so please don't be harsh though you can give me negative criticism...
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The dark-haired boy looked at the girl in front of him. His dark blue eyes looked as if they held little flames within them. The Syltherin Head Boy looked upon the redheaded girl who dared walk into his room.
"I cannot love!" he hissed. "It is a weakness that feeds another, a dangerous weapon!"
She looked up at him, as she was a full head shorter than he was.
"So why don't you use it if it is so dangerous, Tom?" she retorted angrily.
Tom. The way she said his name stirred him.
"It is toxic. I have no use for such a double-edged toxin. Hate, I can live with hate. As a death comes to be, it feeds me. Anyone can live on hate. That is what you don't understand, Virginia!" he replied.
She didn't know why she thought using the time-turner Hermione had used was a good idea. Ginny Weasley hated him. Why had she come? She felt the book she had saved from the fire in Lucius' study five years ago when she was in her second year bump against her leg as she shifted her feet.
"Would loving someone kill you?" She cried.
He looked at her and tightened his grip on her wrists.
"No," he said, "It would kill you!"
She shook her head.
"You would never hurt me," she said.
He took a step closer to her and she bit her lip.
"You won't hurt me!" she exclaimed.
In truth, he could not manage it. Yet, he angered and the wound festered. He wanted to break her wrist but his hands released their grip.
"No one has ever disobeyed me!" he hissed.
She laughed.
"Time for a change, I guess!" she exclaimed, a bit of a whine coming through.
She tried not to be worried by that fact.
"Do you know why I came?" She cried.
Ginny took out a plain book. Tom's sixth year at Hogwarts and the time spent in the Library flashed before his eyes. It was his diary, one that he had made in his sixth year.
"I came to have you watch me destroy this!" She said waving it in front of her face.
Before she could stop him, he touched it. He closed his eyes and opened them, a haunty grin on his face.
"You can't bloody destroy it!" He laughed. "You poured a bit of your soul into it and, for some reason, I gave some of what was in there! You destroy it, you destroy yourself!"
He drew really close, put his hands in her hair and stared, searching her eyes for something. Ginny backed up. She tore out the first page. Tears were running down her face and she winced.
"I hate you!" she cried, throwing the paper at him.
Aerodynamics did not allow it. The paper simply slid downward but cut his knuckle. Tom looked amused and looked at his hand. With a finger from his other hand, he touched the small drop of blood that escaped. He licked the finger.
"You're sick!" she cried.
He pinned her to the wall.
"I wonder what you taste like," he said, kissing her hard, his hands traveling from her shoulders, over the curves of her small bosom, to the hem of her shirt.