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The frozen fingers trailed down her skin, hoping his cold eyes couldn't see within her thoughts, knowing her body was betraying her. Soul to soul they burned together with their want. The silence refused to subside as she crawled to his side. And she knew that his eyes would never hide his pride in her for coming to him again, for needing him. Her shoulder to his face seems so warm, and the outline of his form from the moon seemed to twinkle and wink at her, betraying her thoughts to his seeking eyes.

His sinewy shape shifted, as though forlorn and they were skin to skin, as she had dreamed for years, but he seemed as if he were torn between here and everywhere else. He finally got up and turned to leave. Almost heartbroken, Ginny cried out for her lover, the only person she felt actually knew her.

"Tom! Wait, please wait and tell me where you're going," she pleaded with him, struggling to untangle herself from the sheets twisting around her ankles they had set up on the roof of the castle. He turned and gave her a questioning glance.

"I'm going back to where I should, where I should have stayed instead of coming here to corrupt you and leave you. I shouldn't have left the chamber. I should never have let you follow this track."

"But I don't care. I like the track I'm on. All I want to hear is for you to tell me it's ok to want to be on the wrong track. Because it feels right and I want to be on the wrong track if it means being with you. I don't care what you do to me, I don't care what you say, I want to be with you, I want to need you," she finished, shivering lightly and a breeze found its way across her naked skin.

"You want me? You want all of my ghostly self, the muggle hating and the domination? You want that??" he asked incredulously, not believing his transparent ears.

"Yes. If I'm ever with anyone in that way, it will be you, no matter what you say. I want to be your slave, I want the hardship, and I crave the pain and pleasure you could give me. Just let me be with you. I'll be with you forever."

"What do you really want? To hear me call out your name? Or would you rather to be the one making all the noise?" he asked seductively as his gaze wandered over her pale skin and flaming red hair that fell gracefully down her front, stopping just over her pert nipples. She stood defiantly under his stare and moved forward to his side, taking his hand. Drawing him closer to her so they would share what little body she could make, she whispered in his ear about all their plans they could bring about, the reign they could hold together.

Smiling evilly, he took both of her hands and swept her down to the chamber for some much needed alone time. And a finalization to their plans. Harry would be sorry he broke her heart.