Weakness

TITLE: Weakness
SHIP: T/G
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the Potterverse. If I did, I'd be rolling in cash on a nice beach on an island somewhere in the Carribean, sipping watermelon slushes to my heart's content. However, all characters and canon situations belong entirely to the Queen of the Potterverse, JKR. I humble myself before her and beg not to be sued. The intentions of the fic are good in nature. No profit was made from the writing of this fic. The plot is mine. Anyone caught stealing it without my written(e-mailed) consent will be cursed and tattled on/reported. This one is most definitely a one-shot, though part of a much larger work that is yet to be put out. Don’t ask for more, because you won’t get it until I put the entire huge fic out. And it probably won’t be here because most of it is PG-13 with a dash of R (for violence and darkness, not sex). Hope you enjoy this one from me. I sure did. ^_^

Also, as a new note(09/08/06), I've not posted on here since... well, eons ago. I'm well aware of Ginny's real name. This was written before all the information on different charaters' names came out. So, I apologize for not correcting that particular mistake. Forgive me, I'm too damn lazy to fix it.
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Weakness

“Come on, Virginia,” his unnaturally dark blue eyes bored into her from a few feet away.

“I hate you,” she spat back at him, glowering, as she raised a hand to slap him.

Tom smiled wickedly and caught her hand before it fell. “You want me.”

“I don’t want you or anything that has to do with–” she was cut off suddenly when he pushed her hard into the wall behind her, slamming his body hard against her.

The feeling of him being in such close proximity made her senses jump alert. She could feel everything. And he felt so alive. She felt his heartbeat, slow and steady; his breathing, calm and controlled; heat radiating off of him; his icy grip on her wrists as he held them fast beside her head, one on each side. He made her feel things she desperately wished not to as her pulse quickened with her breathing when he touched her. His touch sent shocks through her nervous system, compelling her to give in when her brain screamed no in all of the ways she could think of. She was helpless in his grip and he knew it.

He reveled in her powerlessness, intoxicating his mind. He breathed her flowery scent in deeply as he dipped his head down to her ear. She jerked her arms, trying to free herself, only to have his cold grip tighten painfully. She whimpered and twisted against him in agony.

“Tom,” she pleaded, “you’re hurting me.”

His lips split in a thin, evil smile. “Stop struggling and I won’t have to hurt you.”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she requested meekly.

“If I have to, I won’t hesitate,” he said as a warning for her to behave. She quit struggling and he loosened his hold on her wrists a little, only enough to ease the pain. “Now, that’s a good girl, Ginny.”

Her name sounded like a dark curse on his lips and reminded her of her situation. She pulled again and caught him off guard, freeing both arms. Planting both hands firmly on his chest, she shoved him back as far as she could and made a break for the door.

She was nearly there when a curse hit her square in the back, knocking her off balance. Ginny fell to the ground, hitting her knee especially hard. She knew there’d be no running from him as she felt a bruise beginning to form.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he snarled, dragging her to her feet and throwing her harshly onto the bed in the corner of the room. She had made him mad, and now she was going to pay. “That wasn’t very smart, Virginia,” Tom admonished her, gripping her shoulder again and turning her onto her back and pulling her up to a sitting position. “If you try to run again, you won’t like the consequences.”

She glared at him and then spat right in his face. “You’re sick.”

He looked angry enough to spit nails at this point. She was in for it and she knew it. She’d never seen anyone look as livid as he did. His mouth was a thin, hard line; his face completely calm except for his eyes. They were dark and stormy; a deep, dark blue that told her, in no certain terms, that she had done something she’d regret very quickly. He reached a hand up and slowly wiped his face off where she spat on him, never taking his eyes off her and raised his hand quickly, pulling it back to hit her. She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation for the hand that never fell.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and relaxed when she saw him standing in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes burning a hole through her. He was still seething. Only, now he seemed to be contemplating what he was going to do to punish her for her rash actions.

“Tom, I–”

But she never finished her sentence as he gripped her jaw sternly and lowered himself to her. She had no doubt that there would be finger tip-shaped bruises where his hand was clenched to her face if not a crushed jaw to go with them.

His eyes were on fire as he scowled at her. “That was very foolish,” he growled in a low voice.

“I....I,” she stammered apprehensively. His turbulent azure gaze fell to her quivering pink lips, so alive and warm looking as she shook with fear. As he watched her tremble in front of himself, feeling the majority of his anger ebb away into an intense want for the fiery little redhead. “Tom, I didn’t–”

He cut her off again as he slammed his lips down to hers so hard that she was sure her mouth was bleeding; pulling, biting, sucking on her bottom lip to the point of leaving teeth marks. He pushed her back onto the bed roughly and climbed over her, pressing her into the bed with his own weight. He gripped her hair with one hand tightly in his fingers as his other hand clutched her hip hard.

At first, she pushed her hands against his shoulders, trying to dissuade him from advancing onto her, but her attempts failed as she fell weak again from his erotically hard touches and soon found she had to grip the material of his shirt when he forced her mouth open and explored it demandingly.

That’s right, Tom thought to her as he tasted the tang of her blood on his tongue. Give in.

Give in. The words echoed in Ginny’s mind. Give in to him. You know you want to.

Yes, Ginny thought. So bad.

She moaned softly as his rough kisses moved to her neck, scraping his teeth along the soft, smooth skin. She arched up to him as he nipped at her harshly, grinding her body against his, and moved her legs outside of his own. Then she could feel him against herself as she ran her foot over the inside of his leg a bit absentmindedly, pushing him to grind against her.


She could feel all of him. From his hands to his chest and stomach right down to hisdenidening bulge. And, through his exceeding roughness, it felt good.

The hand on her hip moved upward and slid up under the bottom of her shirt, gliding smoothly over her soft skin to her back. He pulled her up to himself, creating a conflict in forces, creating more friction between them. Tom moved his lips back to hers, a bit softer this time. Not nearly as fierce and bruising. Ginny felt the pop that signified that he had successfully unsnapped the clasp of her bra. What did he think he was doing? Did she really have a choice? Did she even want him to stop?

No, the dark little voice in her head said. Let him.

So she did. He pulled her up off of the bed and slipped her shirt over her head, followed quickly by her bra. She felt a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze and moved her arms up to hide herself.

“Don’t,” he merely said, pushing her back down and leaning over to kiss her. He pulled one of her arms up and placed it over his neck. Instinctively, she slid her other arm around his neck and pulled him closer to herself. His hands we roaming freely across her newly exposed skin, eliciting moans when he brushed across particularly sensitive areas.

Tentatively, she moved one hand and then the other to the collar of his shirt and began fumbling with the buttons, trying to open it as fast as possible. He didn’t seem to take much notice and continued with his current ministrations.

Finally, after what seemed forever, she undid the last button and slipped the shirt off of his shoulders. He pulled it off himself and threw it to the floor. Turning back to Ginny, he signaled for her to move toward the head of the bed, a request she complied with, making no objections at all as he dismounted the bed and deftly removed his trousers.

Sitting up under the covers with her knees drawn up to her chest and the duvet to her shoulders, Ginny stared blankly past him when he came back to her. She was determined now not to give in.

“Lay down,” he commanded her, climbing under the blankets as well. She stretched her legs out stoically and shifted downward, laying her head on the soft, green pillows. Like a panther, he slunk back over her and stared down at her through the dark hair that fell forward into his face. Her red hair looked like fire against the deep green of hislow.low. It intrigued him. He felt the sudden urge to touch it and reached down to capture a coppery lock in his fingers. It felt like fine Chinese silk between his fingers. He let it drop back and bent down to her, kissing her again. He was getting no reaction from her at all and he didn’t like that much. He liked it better when she fought him. This way, he felt no power, no passion. Nothing.

Craftily, he slid a hand down to the waistband of her skirt and slipped his hand into it. Suddenly, she clamped her small hand over his wrist, a panicked look flashing across her face.

Success.

“Tom,” she began shakily.

“Relax,” he commanded her, smiling ferally. How could anyone relax with that look?

She slowly let go of his wrist, knowing very well that he could have freed himself if he wanted. But instead of continuing, he moved it to the zipper on her hip and unzipped her skirt rather quickly, removing it as well. Now she really felt uncomfortable. Down to her knickers, she knew that, even though it was fairly dark, he could see every bit of her.

And he thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

“I want you, Virginia,” he whispered into her ear, slipping a finger inside of her knickers and bending down to kiss her hard.

Warily, she moved her hands over his well-toned arms and locked her hands on his shoulders, her resolve weakening greatly. Who knew a life of evil and Dark Arts would be so physically beneficial? He probably liked to torture his Muggles the old-fashioned way: with his bare hands. But all she could really think about was the feel of his lips on hers and trying to decipher what he was thinking about doing in her knickers.

She broke away and gasped at the feel of his cold finger so close to such a personal area.

“Do you want me?” he asked, already knowing the answer as he felt her arch up to his fingers. Her hands gripped his shoulder and hair fiercely as she tried to regain control over herself. But she couldn’t. Not as long as he continued that slow torture he was issuing. She moaned lightly and her grip tightened as she felt his icy fingers doing things to her that no one else had ever ventured to do.

“Do you want me, Virginia?” he asked again as calmly as ever, his voice more intense than she’d ever heard it before– deep and husky, devoid of the high overtones it held only moments before. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll do it,” he coaxed. “Say it, Virginia. I know you want to.”

“Oh, Merlin,” she gasped out at the feelings he was awakening in her. “Yes,” she moaned, biting her lip. “Now, please.”

He smirked triumphantly. Success again. In the blink of an eye, her knickers were completely gone, as were his, and he was over her again. She was perfectly well and ready for him to do with her as he pleased. Her eyes told him one thing: she wanted release, and she wanted it right then. He placed her arms around his neck again and then, he carefully reached down and coaxed her into opening up for him, the timid little creature she still was, no matter how much she wanted him.

“Leave it to me,” he smirked down at her. “I won’t hurt you,” he paused, positioning himself. “Yet,” he added gruffly, sliding into her. Her body arched up to his and a few tears threatened to fall as she clenched up around him, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders and back, taking out her sudden pain on him.

“Tom...” she said in a quivering voice. “You’re hurting me.”

“Shh,” he dipped down and kissed her a bit on the rough side, feeding off of her fear and pain.

He felt her whimper against his lips as hewly wly began to work back and forth into her, the pain she felt subsiding and giving way to an indescribable feeling of pleasure. Soon he had worked up to a steady pace, pumping into her harder and harder with every thrust. She was moaning louder and louder, still digging her nails into his back. He was close now. Very close. And so was she. Her moans started turning into words of encouragement like more and harder. Demanding he give it all up to her.

He had been going so hard and so long now that his body shook with every exertion. It was intoxicating how the little redhead writhed underneath him and moved with him so perfectly. He could feel it now, just ahead, as his body shook more violently than before. He choked out a hard breath as he almost lost control over his body. Grinding his teeth, he summoned up the last vestiges of his strength and grunted ferally, plunging into her one last time.

“Tom.....” she moaned out to him as she threw her head back in ecstasy, driving him uncontrollably over the edge into complete rapture.

He fell forward, unable to support his own weight, his hair damp with sweat that covered his body. Ginny reached a trembling hand up to his head and ran her fingers through his sweaty black fringe, slicking it back as good as it would allow her to. He was breathing hard and still shaking a bit. His eyes were clamped shut as he tried to regain control over his body and his mouth was hung open as he panted for air. She leaned up tentatively and kissed his temple, letting her lips linger a few seconds before laying back down. His eyes flew open at her kiss and he watched her as she slid her tongue tantalizingly across her lips, licking his salty sweat off of her mouth.

Still unable to breathe efficiently enough, and sufficiently turned on by her actions, Tom groaned as he forced himself off of Ginny and fell to her side on backback. He’d never felt like that before. Never felt like he quite needed anyone to feed his hunger, slake his lust. But he needed her. He needed to feel her skin against his, moving with him, breathing with him. He’d never lost control like that over himself, and he couldn’t let it happen again.

But he couldn’t not let it happen either. She was just so intoxicating. He couldn’t think about anything other than the weak, inappropriate things that his body now craved for him to do to her. It was all too confusing, something he’d leave to figure out in the morning as his mind was clouded with thoughts of the red-haired girl laying next to him, curled up around herself.

Tom compelled himself to roll over and slide an arm around Ginny’s waist, holding her to him. Her small form was shaking and he heard a tiny sniffle emanate from her.

“Virginia?” he called to her in the same dark, deeper voice than he normally used.

Slowly and cautiously she turned over, pulling the covers up to her neck as she did so, and lay on her side, trying not to look Tom in the eye. He watched her closely as he witnessed one tear fall and then another. Something stirred in him at the sight of her, but he suppressed it quickly. Such feelings were weaknesses. Yet he couldn’t quite fight off the need to hold her close. So he reached over and pulled her huddled form to his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head as he stroked her hair.

The tears fell silently as she drifted off to sleep to the sound of his slow and steady heartbeat, wrapped up in the arms of the devil himself.

Tom lay there and watched Ginny as she slumbered not far from peacefully, but not quite so. A million thoughts drifted through his mind of what he was to do with her. He originally intended to break her and kill her; but as he held her so close in his arms, he didn’t think it such a brilliant idea anymore.

Instead of being a distraction that he would need to rid himself of as soon as possible, he found that being with her had cleared his mind startlingly well. Now, as he lay thinking about Ginny, he came to the realization that she would be a great asset to his own personal benefit. She strengthened him, sharpened him.

Yes, it was clear to him now. Virginia Weasley would become his queen, by his side. There was no other way.


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