AN: Um... yeah... my lack of updating is inexcusable. I can blame writer's block and whatever else, but the fact of the matter is that I finally updated. I'm finishing up the next chapter, and I'm hoping to speed up my updating. For real this time. I'm sorry for leaving you all hanging. Also, before I continue, I would like to thank a couple of readers: Kitty Black Cat (you've been with me since the beginning) and springawakening1894 (you've been with me for a while and I added a bit more action between the dialog like you suggested, or at least I tried... tell me if I need to add more). Thank you to everyone else that has reviewed or added my story. Read on anyone that is still faithful.

"Are you even paying attention to anything that I'm saying?" Tom was getting frustrated.

"Of course I am." I responded back.

"Then tell me, what was it that I was just saying?"

"Blah, blah, blah, Amortentia, blah, blah, blah, most powerful love potion, blah, blah—"

He threw the potions book across the room. I winced at the sound of the book hitting the wall on the opposite side of the room. "You will listen to me. Let's try this again. The appearance of this potion is—"

"That it has a "distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, the steam rises in spirals, and it smells different to each person"." He turned to glare at me. "I already know all of this."

"Ok, if you know all of this, then brew it." He summoned a caldron, the ingredients that I would need, and summoned the instructions on how to brew it.

"Are you kidding me? This will take forever to brew."

"I don't care." He walked over to the bed and began to lounge. "Tell me when you're done."

I sighed and began to work.

After a while I had no idea as to how long I had been brewing in silence, but I was tired of not hearing anything but the sounds of me working. It was too quiet. I was tempted to talk to Tom just to end the silence. If it were anyone but Tom, or Snape, or Malfoy, in the room I would have been talking long ago.

The silence continued on for a while and my mind began to wonder because of it. I had to snap back into reality. I couldn't keep zoning out or I was going to do something wrong on the potion. I looked at my previous steps. Yep, the potion still looked like it should. I needed to talk or I was going to keep zoning out.

"What are you doing Tom?" All I got was a grunt in response. "Are you sleeping?"

"No."

"Oh… Ok…"

"Is there something that you need?"

"No… I just don't like how quiet it is…"

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

He sighed. "Ginevra, Ginevra, Ginevra… What am I ever going to do with you?"

"Let me leave the castle, and let me help Harry kill you."

He stood up and walked over towards me. "I will do no such thing. You are mine now. I'm not letting you run off to Potter to become one of his little sidekicks. He will die, and you're going to have to accept that fact. You will forever belong to me."

"Someone's a little clingy."

He smacked me. My face was really beginning to hurt. "Work on your bloody potion. No more talking."

"But—"

"Silence." He waved his hand and I found myself unable to speak.

I went back to working on the potion. It seemed as if I had been working on it for hours upon hours when finally, Tom spoke again. "How far are you?"

I opened my mouth to speak and found that words came out. "Three quarters of the way done."

"You're actually working a lot faster than I thought you would." He sat up and stretched just as agile as any cat.

"Yeah? I'm hungry." I continued to work on the potion, ignoring how the words began to blur from their over usage.

"I figured as much. Remember, today you're going to have your punishment. Go shower, your clothes should be in there, then we're going to head to dinner." He stood up and pointed at the shower. He walked over to where I was working.

"I missed all of my meals today?" I stared at him, outraged.

"Well, you slept till lunch, and I was thinking about having a house elf bring you something to snack on, but you angered me so…"

"Because I angered you."

"Yes." He scanned the directions and looked at the potion. "It looks like you're at a point in which you can leave your potion for a while. Hurry up."

"Whatever."

…

Tom took me down to dinner. We made the trip in silence, partially because I knew that there was nothing good that was going to come of tonight. He told me that I was going to be publically humiliated as punishment for disrespecting him. He hoped that he could squash some of the pride that I held, and revert me back to the obedient little first year that I had once been.

It was going to be more difficult than what he was anticipating. I wasn't planning on giving up. I would be passed the verge of suicidal before I even thought of going back to being obedient. I would be dead before I ever went back to worshiping him.

He was still going to try though.

Tom made his way forward, to the front of the room. I grudgingly followed him, knowing that if I didn't, it was going to be a whole lot worse with him using magic to summon me up there. He flicked his wrist, and a stool came spinning through the room, to what appeared to be the same spot as sorting. Then, he gestured for me to sit.

"No thank you." I bit out. "Can we please just get this over with?"

"As you wish." With another flick of his wrist, the stool returned to its original spot. He cleared his throat and began.