She should feel dirty, nauseous, repulsed, but his breath is hot against her skin and she cannot ignore the crackle of his magic pushing against her bones. Tom Riddle is magnetic in all the meanings of the word, and she blames hormones and puberty for the rush of desire that sets her blood on fire when he presses closer.
“You’re sick,” she whispers unconvincingly, and he smiles, sharp and feral.
When Ginny pressed her lips against Harry’s, she felt something she had felt before. A tingling feeling elevated in her abdomen, not because of her bliss she should have felt, but out of anxiety.
“Ginevra…” A clear whisper called out her name, it was from a voice she knew too well. Her blood rushed faster through her veins, yet it went ice cold. She saw his face appearing out of the dark. He was nearing her, reaching his hand out to her.
“Little Ginny, I missed you.” His voice sent shivers down her spine. Standing in front of her, she could see his memorable face which seemed as flawless as it always had been. Angst, panic, hate and the tension rising in the air was what she felt. But she found a hint of comfort in the discomfort.
With his long fingers he stroked her cheek, his movements were gentle and discreet as if she was a fragile china doll, as if she was still his doll. But his touch felt so warm, and his fingers so soft, a beautiful feeling no other person could ever imitate.
He cupped her cheek and his hand felt cozy and snug. Ginny rested her face against it, feeling rather weary as if suddenly her strength had been consumed.
She looked at him with sleepy eyes, he was smiling at her.
“My silly, little girl.”
Her eyes shot up in panic and she found herself back in reality pressing Harry away who was shocked by her sudden actions.
Ginny knew she had just given Tom Riddle a piece of her soul again.
Rating: M (Explicit) Pairing: Ginny Weasley / Tom Riddle Summary: “Do you love me, Ginevra?"Her eyes narrow. Tom watches her curiously, the dark of his eyes strangely blown and hungry, almost as if he tries to swallow Ginny whole. Her throat goes dry. Tom smiles but it’s not a sad smile nor is it happy; it’s dark around the edges, spiked and horrific and the white of his teeth glimmers like clean bones."Do you love me enough to pull the trigger?” A/N: this is a late christmas present for @colubrina; I hope you like it! now is happening during a single Wednesday, then are glimpses of how it built up to this Wednesday and interludes are exactly what they say they are - glimpses in between. This is my last story for this year and I’m really happy how it turned out. Happy New Year everyone! I should also put a warning: this story is extremely dark and haunting. Links:AO3 / ff.net