Toast Chapter 5 A Narrow Escape
Ginny gulped, the wand inches from her neck. She looked up at his face, which was scanning the room, eyes shaped into sharp slits. Ginny trembled as his silver wand slivered closer to her neck. Losing control, Ginny began shaking... old memories flooding into her mind.
>Flashback<
Ginny began scribbling furiously on her diary, tired of the whole day. Harry had ignored her as usual, Hermione had been nice enough, but once again Ron had blown her off.
Tom, I don't understand why he doesn't want to be with me.
Before he went to Hogwarts we always spent time together.
I just don't understand...
Ginny scribbled, tears streaming down her face onto the diary page. Her ink vanished, replaced with the tidy scrawl of Tom Riddle.
Don't worry about him. He's not worth it. You have me, and
that's all you need. I need to show you something. Will you
let me?Ginny stared blankly at the paper in the book. She chewed on her bottom lip, nervously. Not knowing what to do, she closed the diary and placed it on her bedside table. She tried to step away, but it beckoned her back. Picking it up, a wave of eagerness spread over her, she flicked open the cover. The seam of the pages glowed with a golden light, illuminating everything in the room. Suddenly a gust of warm wind spread over Ginny as she was sucked inside.
She lay immobile face down on the floor. A transparent figure approached her. It was a boy; his dark hair lay tousled on his head as he approached Ginny. He bent down, a gleaming look shining in his thirsty eyes. His hand trailed to her face, he began stroking her hair.
"Get up Virginia," the boy cooed. Ginny's long eyelashes fluttered open, her chocolate eyes staring up at the boy.
"Tom!" she exclaimed; a smile etched on her face as she stood up. He looked down at her tiny frame.
He took a step closer to her, feeling her nervousness. He placed his hand on her waist, but Ginny jerked back. Tom looked curiously down at her. She shifted her eyes to her shoes, letting his hand wander around her waist. Tom's hand slipped inside her pocket, dragging out her mahogany wand.
He snapped the wand so if just barely touched her throat. She gasped in surprise, her breath held up tightly in her lungs. He swished the wand away, watching it clatter onto the floor far away from both of them.
"I was only joking, Ginny," he smiled looking at her full lips. She bit her lower lip, unsure of what Tom had wanted.
"You know, I never thought I would be this nervous with you in person..." Ginny trailed off looking up at Tom. He took a step closer to her, his hand falling on her shoulder. He let his fingers trace the way to her face, finally cupping it gingerly.
"I need you to do me a favor Ginny," he sighed. She looked deep into his black eyes.
"Okay..." Ginny finally resolved aloud. A grin lit Tom's face.
"Ginny, over the time that I've known you, I've grown feelings for you. Truth be told, I just want you to let me kiss you. Nothing more, nothing less!" he sighed, looking at Ginny, eagerly awaiting her answer. Her eyes grew wide.
"You're asking me if you can kiss me?" she gasped unbelievingly. He nodded his head, his hand still lingering on her fair face. She inhaled deeply, considering his plea.
"You may," Ginny mumbled. He let out a soft chuckle as he closed his eyes, bending his head towards hers. Awkwardly Ginny bent her head, awaiting his lips to meet hers. Indeed they did. He pressed lightly on them at first, encircling his hands around her waist. She let her body take control, as she pressed into him, showing him she wanted more. Her hands slithered up to the nape of his neck, her fingers gently kneading his hair. Tom grinned under the kiss, applying more pressure upon the young girl.
Ginny's heart flew up into her chest, every touch he made sending into pure bliss. She could feel warmth entering her, as Tom gently pried her lips open with his tongue. He teased her, tickling her just in the right spots. He made her melt with a yearning for more. She tightened her eyes, closing them fully with complete pleasure.
Tom's transparent body began flickering out; shards of light flowing into Ginny. Soon there was nothing left of him, only Ginny with a malicious look on her face. She cracked her neck, an insane smile creeping across her face.
"Here chick chick chick..."
>End of Flashback<
Shaking herself out of the memory, Ginny focused on Draco's wand, which was currently only a few millimeters from her neck. She laid her hands quietly on the floor, inching herself backwards until she bumped into the wall. A small rock lay within her reach. Not wasting another moment, she picked up the rock, flinging it across the floor over to the other end of the room.
Draco sighed, bounding over to the noise. Ginny slumped down the wall; relieved he was no longer near her. She pushed herself up, tiptoeing to the door. Seeing that Draco's back was turned to her, she creaked the door open just wide enough to admit her. She slipped out, not bothering to close it behind her.
Ginny sprinted up the steps, and flew out of the common room as fast as she could. She drew in ragged breaths as she approached the trap door. Ginny paused a moment, catching her breath. She sunk silently to the floor, relieved that she was out of Draco's grasp. She quickly stood up, a new eagerness to return to her own common room flooding her.
She eased open the trap door, stepping outside, closing it noiselessly behind her. She took a few steps forward, tripping over her cloak. She yelped with pain as she soared through the air, her cloak completely ripped off her. Closing her eyes sharply she fell headfirst onto the floor.
"Merlin! What in the bloody hell was that?" Ginny faintly heard Draco screech from inside the Slytherin common room. Ginny groaned, turning over, pain surging through out her nose. She whimpered in pain dragging her hand up to her face, cradling it. She half observed the trap door open, Draco scuttling out in his boxers. She felt herself blush. With her last ounce of strength, Ginny grabbed the cloak, covering herself.
Her lulling eyes watched Draco's figure stumbling around the gargoyle, searching for a trace of anyone. Ginny's heart began to beat savagely against her chest, her mind screaming out in fear as Draco was steps away from her. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead as she felt his towering presence looming above her.
A pang of pain struck Ginny's nose, making her yelp in pain. Draco's sharp gaze jerked to Ginny's body, his eyes looking right through here.
"I know you're there Potter!" Draco spat, venom dripping from his voice. Ginny gripped forcefully onto her consciousness, refraining her eyes from rolling to the back of her head. She clutched to the side of the invisibility cloak, her fingers digging into the liquid like material. It scrunched under he touch. Giving up, Draco shook his head, disappearing into the trap door.
Ginny felt a slight trickle of blood slithering out from her nose. She rolled her tired eyes, standing up. Hunched over, Ginny wrenched her sore legs forward. She stumbled up the stairs to the portrait of the fat lady. Ginny ripped the cloak from her shoulders, jumping from a startling exclamation of a portrait.
"You're back!" it grinned. Ginny jerked her head around, coming face to face with Gordic Gryffindor. She exhaled, relieved, slumping to the floor right in front of the portrait.
"I'm glad it's only you," Ginny sighed smiling up at him.
"Only me, what do you mean only me? I was a great wizard in my time! You of all people should know, being in my house!" he exclaimed. Ginny could detect a slight tone of edge in his voice. Suddenly he swung open, revealing a small cabinet. She cautiously approached the cabinet, opening the mahogany handles. Hundreds of bottles were crammed inside.
"Take the midnight blue one in front. It'll hold your fatigue off for a little while," Godric instructed. Ginny nodded, removing the blue orb from the cabinet. She unscrewed the cap, swallowing the whole thing in one gulp.
A thick goo dripped down her throat, coating it with some kind of wax. Ginny could feel it trickling it down her spine, spreading through her body. It sent warm chills through her nose, suddenly easing the pain. Her eyes snapped open, feeling fully alert.
"Wow!" Ginny breathed at the portrait of Godric. He smiled warmly down at her, swinging closed.
"So, are you or are you not going to tell me what happened down in the Slytherin Common Room?" he chuckled.
"Well I almost got caught twice, but it was well worth it!'' Ginny sneered, pulling Draco's diary from a fold of the robe. Godric gasped with pleasure.
"You know, I've seen everything that boy has done to you..." Godric pointed out. Ginny gasped.
"You have?" she wondered, her eyes growing big.
"Portraits do get around pretty fast you know..." Godric sighed. "Well, you better get off to bed. It's quite late you know," he mumbled, turning from Ginny. She cocked her head to the side, looking curiously at him. None the less, she pushed herself up off the floor, and entered the common room.
Ginny mindlessly walked up the stairs to the girl's dormitories, pondering if she really should look inside Draco's journal. She opened the door, stepping inside her dorm room. She snuck quietly to her bed, slipping inside her curtains. Grabbing her bedside lamp, she took it inside with her, quietly lighting it.
She let the journal sit on her lap for a moment. Sighing, she tore her eyes away from the emerald book. She nibbled on her bottom lip nervously, feeling it beckon her back. Picking it up, a wave of eagerness spread over her, she flicked open the cover.
I've felt this before... Ginny thought, trailing back to her memories of Tom. Her breath becoming hard and sharp, she flicked to the last page. Unwillingly she let her eyes trace over his last entry. She gasped finding her name scattered all over the page.
The words became blurry, as she felt drowsiness consume her once more. Sharp pain stung through her nose. Feeling the slight trickle of blood from her nose again, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She landed with a great thud on the bed, unconscious.