The midnight moon spilled through the large picture window in thick streams of pearly light, highlighting the tall figure standing at the foot of the bed, staring at the body laying peacefully in the center.
Her body glowed like the metal on the edge of a knife, a shiny, slick wave of vivid red cascading down her back in silky tendrils. Such beautiful hair it was, he always loved to stroke it.
Dots of an equal redness were spattered and sprinkled everywhere along her body, the sheets, the headboard... like gems. His excitement got the best of him and he couldn't remain composed, he had to make a mess, to let out all his predatorial rage. No matter, the house elves would clean it up later without questions; he made sure that they never asked any questions, nor told anybody of the things they've seen.
The man shrugged off what was left of his clothing, letting the tattered and soaked dress shirt squelch to the ground. Scars danced in the moonlight across the back of his shoulders as he made his way to the side of the bed, slipping in behind the cold and unmoving body.
With a contented sigh, he draped his arm around her sunken stomach, his lithe fingers playing lightly at the edges of the large gash in her belly, as if teasing a lover. A demented smile on his pale lips as he tangled his fingers into her exposed intestines as though they were delicate strands of hair.
His hand ventured downward into the small patch of red hair below her navel, down into her forbidden depths that would never feel again, and dragging his fingers upwards again, leaving wakes of streaky red lines as he drew a trail back towards her belly button. Body paint was never so erotic, so sensuous, and so morbidly good.
A dark tongue flickered out and tasted the copper fluid dribbling from the slice in her throat. She had been good, alright. He had exhausted himself and his seed into every orifice she had, as well as a few new ones he had made himself. She didn't fight back, it was so much better when they didn't move or thrash around. It ruined the mood.
Oh sure, he knew what he had done was wrong, but it felt so... so fantastic. He couldn't help it that his mind had been tainted by so much injustice, blackened by promises that couldn't keep by a Dark wizard.
It was Ginny Weasleys' own fault for getting tangled in his life, getting involved and trying to make him see what was wrong with what he did, trying to love him, and make him love back. He couldn't do it.
She said she'd love him forever, if he would just change his Dark ways.
Well, so much for that....
Severus changed for no one.
A/N: "Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife" is from the song "Paradise By The Dashboard Light," by Meat Loaf.