A/N: Hello readers! Thanks for the reviews and I'm glad you liked the chapter. Ginny is still telling Draco about her first year, so this, of course, takes place in the past again.

A few days Ginny became lonely and she felt the pull of the diary, and the familiar need to talk to the boy within. It wasn't in the bathroom now, but she somehow knew, possibly as part of her unique connection with it, where it could be found. That is how she came to be tearing through the second year boys dormitory, specifically the stuff belonging to Harry Potter.

She knew in her heart that Harry had talked to Tom, had seen him face to face like she had, which partly worried her. She wasn't worried about Harry, the savior of the wizarding world, she was almost worried that Tom wouldn't like her anymore after meeting Harry. Although she had been ready to abandon Tom forever just a short while ago, she missed him, and managed to rationalize his actions in her head.

She finally found it, rolled up in a shirt in Potter's trunk. It didn't take long for her to run to the nearest secluded place, and talked to Tom as she always did.

I'm glad you came back to me, Ginevra. His writing appeared on the page, and she imagined his voice saying it.

I'm sorry, Tom. I'm sorry I threw your diary away Harry picked it up.

No, darling, don't be sorry. I'm sorry I scared you, I didn't mean to. Sometimes you seem so mature I forget how young you are. In any case, I've wanted to meet the Potter boy for quite some time.

You have? she wrote quickly, her heartbeat quickening with worry that Tom liked Harry more than her.

Yes, he has fascinated me for some time. With the way you talk about him how could I not show interest?

Her heartbeat returned to natural, as she thought that he was only interested in Harry because she was.

I missed you, Tom.

It wasn't long after, she found herself talking to Tom as usual and he invited her into his world again. Although she was still slightly wary because of what had happened the last time she had joined him in person, she agreed without hesitation and was pulled into the reality inside the leather-bound book.

She was not in the Great Hall, Tom's room, or any of the other places she had visited. In fact, she had never seen or heard of the dank place where she was. "Tom..." she whispered. When there was no answer she repeated it louder, hearing her own voice echo off the stone and marble.

She began to the front of the room, near a great face carved in the stone. Echoing footsteps began sounding from the side of the room and she spun quickly toward the source of the noise.

"Tom!" she gasped. "You... you scared me."

"Did I?" he asked as he continued walking towards her.

"Yes," she said quietly, trying to keep from instinctively backing away as he came closer. "Well you surprised me really, I... you just... surprised-"

"How?"

"I just didn't see..."

"You're mumbling, sweetheart," he said coldly.

"What's wrong, Tom?" Ginny asked, noticing that he was still moving forward menacingly, a cold look on his face. She was backing away quickly, almost stumbling at times. "What is it?"

"It has to be this way, Ginevra. I wanted it to be the Potter brat. It would have been my greatest victory for him give his life for me. But it's you I need far more than Potter."

"I don't understand. You're a figment- a ghost... I- I don't know what you are!" she said, realizing for the first time that she had never even questioned exactly what Tom was.

"A memory, Ginevra. Little more than a memory preserved in a diary," whispered Tom as he slowly stepped closer.

"But who's memory?" she asked desperately. "I've never heard of a Tom Marvolo Riddle, or a Thomas Riddle, or even a Riddle at all!"

There was a pause that seemed to encompass an eternal silence. She was backed up against the stone with nowhere to go.

"But you have heard of Lord Voldemort."

"Of course I… but no, no…" she sputtered brokenly as it began to sink in.

"Don't tell me you had no idea!"

"It's not true!" she screamed.

"Deep down you knew! You may be young, but you're not that foolish. You knew something wasn't right, and yet you kept coming back to me, it was the darkness that intrigued you!" he said loudly, though they were barely an inch apart.

"I didn't know! You horrible, evil, awful, bastard!" With that she launched herself at him ferociously, all of her Gryffindor courage and famous Weasley temper kicking in. Although she expected to crash roughly into him, possibly knocking him to the ground, she only whizzed through him, as if he was no more than cold air, and clattered to the stones on the ground.

"You cannot touch me now, Ginevra. This isn't one of the memories I've taken you into. I am the only unreal thing here," he said while menacingly descending upon her.

"Is that everything?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes."

"And you haven't left anything out?"

"Nothing," She said resolutely.

"I had heard rumors."

"What, that he raped me?" She asked coldly.

"It was a possibility. Zabini never thought that he did, but the rest of us weren't sure."

"Well he didn't."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, not really looking at each other, in total silence. The fire crackled, much as it had during all of the hours she had spent in this very common room, but it was different and almost eerie for the air that surrounded it.

"When did you become a Death Eater, Malfoy?"

"I think we've talked enough for now, Weasley," He said very quietly as he got up, setting his book on the floor.

A/N: And there you go. I know it's been a long time since I updated, so if anybody still holds interest I would appreciate it very much if you reviewed and told me so. I'll try to update more frequently, but I really can't make any promises. If it has been too long since an update and you have lost interest please review and tell me so that I don't write when nobody holds any interest. Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter.