“Yes, I do want him to love me, but I know he doesn’t.” She thought of how he had agreed to be her friend, but hadn’t spoken to her in weeks. Did he hate her? A few more tears rolled down her cheek, and she looked sadly at Dolohov. “Is this fun for you?”
“More than fun. You’re sad. Pathetic. He doesn’t love you. Maybe he never actually did. Nevertheless, this girl, this Ginny is the one he is in love with- the one he wants. He may have taken your first everything, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about you, little girl. Right now, he’s probably with her right now, don’t you think? His arm wrapped around her waist as they sleep together on his bed, smiling and dreaming of one another? What does it make you feel knowing that this is happening right now?” he smirks. This was very amusing.