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BZ/GW - All That Matters
"You have some nerve coming down here Zabini!" spat the torn bloody redhead from her vantage point on the slippery floor.
Hacking coughs racked her as her body tried to fight off the lasting effects of the cruciatus. Still, her eyes burned brightly with an deep seated emotion.
"I was not aware I needed one of my prisoners' consent to visit my own dungeons, Virgina" replied the Italian man calmly. His hooded eyes studied her carefully.
"Bastard!" she whispered furiously. She struggled to her feet, trying in vain to ignore the bone deep aches shooting through her body. Straightening herself so she stood directly in front of him she smiled; a bloody smile, the smile of one who knows their time is soon to end and no longer fears the black abyss of death. Staring into his infuriatingly emotionless eyes she spat on him. A large spot of colour on his tanned skin.
His hand wiped away the blood, leaving a smear across his cheek. It delighted her, to see him marked the ways she was marked. She emitted a painful laugh, "Zabini, why are you here?"
He took in her pain racked body, her gaunt face, the hopelessness of her smile. She was so different, but then the war had changed everyone. Stepping closer to her he looked down into her eyes, "You are to be executed tomorrow." He paused for a moment before adding the last part, almost as an afterthought, "By me"
She simply stared at him for a moment. Then, far from the amount of reactions he had expected, she burst into laughter. His brow furrowed, maybe the torture had driven her completely insane after all.
When she finally composed herself agin she stepped even closer to him, so there was barely an inch of space between them, before asking mockingly, "You? You won't be able to kill me Zabini, not even for your precious Voldemort."
"And why, may I ask, would that be?" he replied quietly, eyes fastened to hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her mangaled spine.
Closing the last bit of distance between them she slipped her arms round his neck, ignoring the agony that wrapped itself round her throat. She smiled against his lips and softly whispered, "Because, Blaise, of this." Pressing her mouth to his roughly she took advantadge of his gasp of surprise to slip her tounge between his lips. It took only seconds for him to respond. His arms came round her body in a tight grip that meshed her to him. His hand tangled in her hair, he had always loved her hair. His lips danced with hers greedily, sucking, teasing, loving them.
Just as quickly as it had begun it was over. He pushed her roughly from him, quickly stalking to the iron door. With a swish of his cloak he was gone. Ginny was left in the cold dungeon with only the dripping of the water to comfort her. She lay sprawled on the floor where he has pushed her. A cold smile played on her lips as she stared at the dark roof.
Come tomorrow she would be executed, but at least not by him. She knew he wouldn't kill her, he couldn't, she had seen what flew through his eyes when he had kissed her.
He still loved her.
That was all that mattered.
