Blood
Blood was what Draco Malfoy tasted when he kissed Ginny Weasley. He liked her lips to be bruised, torn and bleeding. It reminded him of his soul.
Blood was what Draco Malfoy relished when he cut Ginny Weasley with a razor. He was angry afterwitnessing Harry Potter with Blaise Zambini, and Ginny had to pay for his wrath. "You look beautiful, Ginny." Draco Malfoy was proud of his carving.
Blood was what Ginny Weasley tasted when she asked "Do you love me, Draco?". He grabbed her by her blood-red hair and slammed it against the hard wall. "I can't".
Blood is what surrounds Draco Malfoy, who is now lying in a pool of crimson liquid. His last moments of pleasure were with Pansy Parkinson. Ginny Weasley saw it all---lips on lips, hands on hips. With malice dancing in her eyes and a cold smile carved on her blood-coated lips, she closed Draco Malfoy's wide accusing eyes. "Not as beautiful as you, Malfoy."