Secret Keeper
Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. I'm pretty damn poor. I have a summer job that I won't finish because I'm moving.
Other news: I was sniffing around and I just got this idea. All my other stuff had been wiped out when my computer was fixed, so I figured I'd get something insignificant done. The name means nothing really; it just came to me, probably because I ripped it off of PoA.
Also, this takes place in no particular canon, just some time after CoS.
Ginny Weasley thrashed in her bed, the sheets entangling her, the bedspread being dampened by the cold sweat only produced by a horrid nightmare… or an incredible dream…
Ginny awoke in a dark room. It was humid, and dank, and damp, and it smelled faintly of stagnant water and decaying flesh. It was, all in all, a very familiar place.
"Uwah… huh? Whutum I duoon…" she groaned, trying to string together a coherent sentence. She allowed herself a few more moments to situate herself, and then stood shakily to her feet.
"Where am I?" she asked the darkness.
"You don't remember?" the darkness asked back, in the voice of a teenage boy. A familiar voice, as well. What was this place that she knew so well, but couldn't remember the location of?
"I'm hurt, Ginny. You spend months talking to me, pouring your heart out into your – or more appropriately, my- diary, and when you finally come back to the place where we finally met, you don't remember it?" The Voice asked.
"T-Tom?" she asked, unsure, trembling now at the possible presence of the boy.
"Then you at least remember me. Good. I would hope I gave you enough to remember me by… blood on the floor, yours, mine, after a while, it all ran together… tell me, do you still have the scars? I know you've still got my Mark, the one I gave you where no one but those the very, very closest to you will find it, see it… wonder about it. Did I ever apologize, Ginny? For the Mark hurting you? For snatching away your innocence, making you bleed from head to toe, to all parts... in between? I'm sorry, Ginny, I am." Tom Riddle told her, stepping now from the great many shadows of the room.
Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes. "Tom…" she sobbed. She knew that, in front of her, the man, the memory, had tried to kill Harry, and nearly succeeded, tried to kill her, and came even closer… but for the love of Merlin, she couldn't help herself, for at the sight of her first lover, at the site of her "first time", no matter how cruel, how violent it was, she just couldn't stop herself, and ran into Tom Riddle's arms, crying like a newborn, clutching him, holding on for dearly life, putting said life into his hands, to do with whatever he wished, whenever he wished. She never wanted to let go, because despite it all, all the pain, all the torment, she loved Tom Riddle, the once and future Dark Lord, and he knew that, and he reveled in it.
"Shh…" he spoke. "Don't cry, Ginny. It's all right. I'm here, Tom's here." He comforted her, hands running through her bright red hair, a sharp contrast to her surroundings, and he smiled. And within Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, the dim lighting made it look like, from the right angle, the smile was really a malicious smirk, and Tom's eyes were nothing more than red, glowing slits.
A/N: I just thought this up as I wrote it. I thought it was pretty good. You? Well, drop a review and tell me.