Heh.

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the-antonindolohov:

littlelunalovegood:

the-antonindolohov:

littlelunalovegood:

the-antonindolohov:

“What could I do with him, huh? What would hurt him the most?” he says, walking back to her. His eyes dark with hatred and evil. She was still under the Veritiserum.

She shoved her shirt back down over her stomach. “Ginny…Ginny is his world.” She wanted to scream. To hear those words out of her mouth, and know they were true killed her, covered her with despair. She fought back more tears as the Deatheater’s smirking face loomed above her.

“Why does he cause you such pain, little girl? Ginny? I can kill her first, he can watch, kill two birds with one stone,” he chuckles, touching her blood covered scar. “And what about Marcus? What about him?”

“Because I still love him…” She said, the truth tasting cold in her mouth. She didn’t want to still love him. She wondered vaguely if he could hear her thoughts. ”M-marcus…His little sister is deathly ill…and he would be crushed if I was hurt…”

“In love with a boy who no longer loves you. How does it make you feel? Seeing them together? Knowing he loves her but not you? Ginny, she is your friend is she not? What does it feel like to be betrayed by your friend?” As the blood fell down her body, he began another form of torture. “Marcus? Is he not the one who tried to save you? The one with the look that he loves you? Do you not love him, little girl?” he chuckles, already forming a plan in his mind.

“It kills me. It hurts so bad, but I can’t do anything. And it makes me want to rip all the pretty red hair off Ginny’s perfect little head.” Her legs quivered, and she collapsed to her knees, shaking. She wanted the potion to wear off. The truth made her bitter and angry, taking her to places she didn’t want to go. “Marcus…” She shook her head, staring at the floor. “I want to love him…but I don’t. I can’t yet.”

“And what if they knew? They knew you were still in love with him? That you felt hate and spite for this supposed friend of yours?” he smirks as he makes a memory in her mind of Blaise and Ginny on top of each other, kissing passionately with little to no clothing at all. In the same room that Blaise and Luna first ever made love. He smirks, knowing hwo bad he was hurting her now. “And why not? It’s this Blaise is it not? What hold does he have on you?”

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