AN: Yeah!! Here is the real chapter 6. Took me forever, SO sorry.

Thanks to my beta James-fanatic!!!!!!

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Chapter 6

I like to think that if I had known the evils of the diary I wouldn't have opened it. But I could never be sure.

Tom taught me many things - good and dark alike. I learned many horrible curses and secrets; things so torturous that you couldn't even find them in the Restricted Section. He also trained me how to be persuasive. How to turn on the charm and make people do the things I wanted them to, all the while having them believe it was their idea in the first place.

I became a master of deception, a lover of things hidden in shadow. He showed me how to mask my emotions and manipulate the ones of others. Tom also introduced me to the seductive beauty of power and he told me I should let nothing keep me from obtaining it.

He got inside my body, my mind. And even in the short time he was there, he began to morph me into a version of himself.

After Harry destroyed the diary, everyone thought he had destroyed every fragment of Tom in me. How wrong they were. I connected with Tom more than anyone thought possible. More than I thought possible.

He stayed with me also, for a while at least. After some time, he slowly started to fade away, becoming nothing but a quiet, maddening whisper in the deepest corners of my mind.

That's why I was terrified about what had happened at dinner and in my dream. He was back, powerful as ever to me, and something about Professor Troyan caused it to be so.

I had poured my heart and soul into that god-forsaken book. I told him everything about me, all of my dreams, my insecurities, anything I could think of. I basically handed myself to him on a silver platter, I practically told him to have me, to use me in anyway he saw fit.

I really did believe he loved me. In some sick twisted way, I have no doubt that he did. Just in whatever way he did, it was not in the same way I loved him.

There's a part of me that loves him still, and I hate my self for it. I torture myself over it. It's not as if I could do anything to control it, or at least that's how I try to justify it. Love has always been man's true weakness and he used it against me.

Most say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, but in my case, I believe it only postponed the inevitable.

I was filled with mixed emotions; my mind was in a constant state of turmoil. You see, if I ever saw a Boggart, it would be Tom. Most expected this. But what no one ever thought of, what never crossed their minds, was that if I was ever to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised, Tom would be standing there with me.

After I woke up, covered in sweat and still shaking, I knew I couldn't stay in my bed. Tom hadn't been in a dream of mine for over a year. And now, here he was, looking more dangerous and tantalizing than ever.

Which is why I'm here, tickling a pear in a painting.

I often come to the kitchens when I can't sleep. Dobby had always been more than happy to fetch me anything I wanted.

And right now, what I wanted was pudding. Sticky toffee pudding to be exact.

The painting heavily swung open and I cast one last look down the hall before disappearing into the newly exposed door. I was immediately greeting by the smells of the little creatures cooking breakfast and a happy cry of "Misses Ginny!"

"Hullo Dobby," I said, walking a few feet in. "How was your summer?"

"It was very good Miss Ginny. I knitted a few hats and socks. I could make you a pair if you wishes."

"That's so sweet of you Dobby, but Mum sent me here with plenty. But, if you don't mind, I would really like some sticky toffee pudding."

"Not at all, not at all. Just have a seat, Miss Ginny, and I'll go and get you some," he replied, hurrying off.

"Thanks a million, Dobby!" I called to his retreating form.

I felt a prickly sensation on the back of my neck and turned around to see none other than Blaise Zabini, causally leaning against the wall, his arms folded behind his head. Upon seeing me finally notice him, he walked over, stopping no more than an arm's length away.

"Why look, if it isn't the littlest blood traitor Weaslette, out of the den so late at night," he drawled, his tone carrying an air of amusement.

"What do you want Zabini?" I replied crossing my arms. I tried to keep a calm exterior, but this was proving more difficult than ever. If he told anyone he saw me here, Mum and Dad would surely get a letter. I didn't know if Mum would be more angry or saddened by this news. I had promised here I would follow the rules and keep out of trouble. I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her, not with everything she had going on.

"I'd watch your tone Weaslette. I am a prefect, and you are out past curfew, in the kitchens no less. I should really dock some points," he said, smirking as he walked around me in a circle.

I opened my mouth to retaliate but he kept on talking.

"Unless..." he stopped, apparently thinking, tapping his index finger against his temple. "Unless, I happen to be dreaming at this very moment. Its possible I might say, "The Gryffindor princess out at night, breaking school rules." He stepped closer as his green eyes slid up and down my body. "And, on top of all of that, wearing something that does not leave much to the imagination." He took a deep breath and circled me once more. "So now then, since I must be dreaming, I am just going to continue on my rounds and in the morning, this will have turned out to be nothing more than a very pleasing dream."

I looked up meeting his eyes, trying my hardest to smile.

"Goodnight my precious Weaslette," he said, taking my hand and kissing it. "I do hope you visit my dreams again."

I looked up meeting his eyes, trying my hardest to smile.

"Goodnight my precious Weaslette" He said, taking my hand and kissing it. "I do hope you visit my dreams again."

"Miss Weasley, Dobby has brought you your pudding"

"Thanks Dobby" I said, taking the dessert from his hands and walking towards one of the tables by the fire place.

'I think that was the frist time I've ever sproken to him' I thought, taking a bite of the pudding. I looked down at what I was wearing and blushed, realizing he was right. I handnt bothered to cover myself up, not expecting to meet anyone down here. I was only waering a pair of Charlie's old sweat pants, sung low around my hips, and a slightly see-through white tank top.

"This is just brilliant" I muttered in a voice thick with scarcasim, finishing he last bits of toffee.

Yum, I really really want some sticky toffee pudding, it my favorite food!

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