"I'm not happy, I'm sad, I'm twisted, I'm a slytherin and we're all bad, dark and twisted." she said with more then a strong hint of irony. Her hand painfully grasped Ginny's waist and she glared into her eyes. "I'm not happy Ginny. Your a little goody two-shoes who always was able to get in the right crowd. The right clique. I'm stuck in the dungeons with the rest of them and I hate it. We all hate it. I wish I could just- tell you how I feel. But instead- well- I'm going to blackmail you. Because I'm messed up that way." she said grasping Ginny's wrist lightly then releasing it.
Her palm warmly moved up to grasp Ginny's arm and gently cup it. "Now Ginny. If you please. Kindly sit on the edge of the toilet and lift up your skirt." she said in a low, dangerous voice. She wished she didn't get off on being mean to Ginny, but in fact, she did. She knew it didn't feel as good as a normal relationship though and she hated herself for that but once she was in she couldn't stop. Sort of like dark magic.