The story of you are about to read documents the rape of a little girl (Ginny Weasley) by an older boy (Tom Riddle). While it is not an explicit sex scene, the content (i.e. - the rape or the idea of such an action) is explicit. The story was not written to tittilate you nor I. Consider yourself properly warned and read on if you like. You may find yourself squicked.

And We All Fall Down

The dream always began the same way.

The frightening feeling of not knowing where you had been last night before you went to bed. The blank gaps in her memory where events should have been but were not. And then, the sex that took away her innocence and left a crumpled shell of what could have been. He stood above her prone body. He looked down at her with a hunger that made her feel spread out upon one of the tables in the Great Hall.

She was only eleven at the time and still very, very innocent. Her robes lay abandoned in a corner. Her shirt was torn apart and covered her arms lying limply at her sides. Her panties were pulled down to circle one of her ankles. Her skirt was gathered at her waist, leaving her feeling more exposed than she had ever felt in her life. She had cried so much already that there were no tears left to cry. She was just tired now, no longer sad or afraid because she had accepted what was coming. Her protests were merely acts. She knew her soft, pleading voice wouldn't stop him. She knew the inevitable. He was going to hurt her worse than she'd ever been hurt before. And he was going to enjoy it while she was not. "Tom, please, don't..." Her eyes rose up to meet his, no longer hopeful but weary.

He laughed at that. "Dear Virginia, try not to fight this. I've been locked in that diary for years. I'm still a growing boy. And I like...well..." He smirked at her and touched her roughly between her legs. She gasped and choked back a loose sob. He grasped her limp arms in one hand and held them above her. "Why, Ginny. You're not fighting this. You must want it." He smiled in such away that something inside her curled up and died, leaving a dirty little girl in its wake. His free hand touched her rounded cheek gently. He pressed his lips to her forehead for a soft kiss and gently trailed kisses down to her neck where he clamped down hard with his teeth. She cried out and he laughed. His hand then reached up and tangled in her soft, red hair. "Such a pretty little girl," he murmured in a singsong voice, "I'd like to gobble you up."

"Don't do this, Tom. Please..." Her eyes slid closed feeling his hot breath on her face and knowing that it was going to happen soon. She just wished it would be over quickly. She felt him thrust between her legs and felt the odd invasion that he brought. A few tears leaked out when she felt a sharp pain. His mouth pressed against hers. His spongy tongue plundered her mouth. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Her little hands balled up into fists above her head. "Tom, please stop, it hurts..." She felt him push further and further into her. She'd have to see Madam Pomfrey if she got out of there alive. He let go of her wrists then, letting his hands trail over the slight curve that her hips had just begun forming.

"Ginny, you're not moaning for me. I want you to moan for me." He loomed above her looking bigger than he actually was. "Imperio," he whispered and a dreamy, detached feeling came over here. A buzzing filled her mind and the buzzing had a voice, was a voice. *Moan for me, Ginny. Love me, Ginny.* She moaned then and arched against him. *Moan again.* She shook her head, not sure if she liked this. *Moan for me, Ginny.* The voice ran over her body like silk. *Moan for me.* Her mouth opened but nothing came out. He hissed under his breath and she knew where she was again. Underneath him. Servicing him. She found the tears to cry. "Damnit." He hissed again and thrust harder and faster. A sob ripped its way out of her mouth. "Damnit!" He thrust into her harder, hurting her. Another sob tore out of her mouth. "Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" The following thrusts were hard enough to draw a pained scream from her and she felt the blood now oozing from between her legs. "Stop making me feel sorry for you!" He was angry with himself, a fact that shown clearly on his face. He pressed his mouth roughly to hers and ravaged it, using his tongue, his teeth, and his lips.

She lay limply beneath him. There was no fight left in her. All she could do was silently cry herself tearless again. All she could do was watch the girl she had hoped to become fly out of the chamber. The dirt floor scratched uncomfortably into the backs of her legs and he only drove her deeper into the floor. Her eyes closed. She felt him stiffen and then shudder against her. She heard the low keening cry escape his lips as he achieved his release. She felt something rushing inside her. He left her then. He stood up and stared down at her, asking with his eyes what she thought now. "I feel sorry for you, Tom Riddle."

He glared at her. "Stupid bint." He took her wand and muttered a quick spell. She found herself dressed again and felt dirty again as he returned her wand to her breast pocket. She curled up into a fetal position and cried softly herself to a sleep that was wholly welcomed. Then she opened her eyes and the feelings rushed back. The frightening feeling of not knowing where you had been last night before you went to bed. The blank gaps in her memory where events should have been but were not. And then, the sex that took away her innocence and left a crumpled shell of what could have been. He stood above her prone body. He looked down at her with a hunger that made her feel spread out upon one of the tables in the Great Hall.

She was only eleven at the time and still very, very innocent. Her robes lay abandoned in a corner. Her shirt was torn apart and...she woke up screaming. The girls in her dorm were used to it by now. One stroked her hair and calmed her. Another waited until she was calm before pressing a piece of chocolate against her lips. The others rushed off to get Madam Pomfrey. Only Madam Pomfrey knew what really went on in her dreams. She heard Madam Pomfrey whispers softly in her ear. She felt the lip of a phial pressed to her mouth and opened to drink. A dreamy feeling came over her. Someone lifted her body and carried her to the Hospital Wing. She was reminded of the time her mother led her there after Harry had gotten her out of the Chamber of Secrets. She remembered how small her hands had looked against Madam Pomfrey's robes as she clung to them, whispering frantically in Madam Pomfrey's ear what had happened to her and how important it was that it be kept a secret. She heard again Madam Pomfrey's gasp of surprise as the woman peered under her skirt at the dried blood mixed with dried seed. She heard the urgent spells Madam Pomfrey spoke to return her insides back to normal. Nothing, however, could be done about the lost maidenhood. She was jarred into the present by Madam Pomfrey's face looming above her. "Ginny dear, you need to tell someone. It's getting worse. Professor Dumbledore would understand. If he became upset it would be because you didn't tell him four years ago." Madam Pomfrey pressed a cool hand to her forehead. "But it can wait. Do you want me to ask Professor Dumbledore to the Wing tomorrow morning?" She nodded against the hand on her forehead. She felt the lip of another phial pressed to her lips and drank of it. Her eyes slowly closed and her body relaxed.

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