Fever
"Oh, come on Gin!" Blaise shouted, grabbing onto the arm of the redhead. He yanked her towards himself violently, grabbing her other arm as he did so. He squeezed them tighter and tighter as she struggled against his grip. "You don't really think you're leaving for good, do you?" he mocked; "this is the fifth time you've tried; you love me too much to leave, Weasley."
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she glared at her boyfriend. She tried to pull away, to push him away, but failed. "Let. me. go." she hissed, gritting her teeth in attempt to ignore that pain in her arms.
"You wish, my darling. You wish." He pulled her towards the end of the hallway in their flat. Kicking open the door at the end of it, he thrust Ginny inside of it. Blaise then slammed the door shut, and peering through the small metal grate that adorned it, he couldn't help but grin at her helplessness as she lay on the ground, blood trickling slowly from a cut on her forehead.
The redhead scooted as far back as she could and slowly attempted to prop herself up against the wall. "I hate you," she shouted, a hand to the wound on her forehead. "I'll get out eventually! My brothers will come for me eventually, Zabini! You just wait and–" Her shouts suddenly faded into an incoherent shrieks, hysteria settling in as the door to the tiny room opened.
"Oh, Gin," Blaise chuckled, "you're ridiculous if you think you'll ever leave me." He was suddenly over the terrified girl, his hands reaching for his belt buckle. "You like me too much for that."
fin.
Not too horrendous, was it? Thanks for reading; please review!
I tried to keep to the song [You Like Me Too Much, the Beatles] as much as my inspiration would allow.
Love,
Sarah xxx
