The pain hit him fiercely this time. There was no questions that she wanted it, that she was reaching into the darkest corners of her being, mining every dark emotion she possessed. It was magnificent.
He dropped the hexes, smiling. "That was brilliant," he said, moving toward her. He pulled her close with an arm and crushed their lips together.
"No, you don't hate me... I know you don't, but you can hurt me when you need it, that's why you're so good. That's what you'll need to do out there, and we'll take you out there when you're ready. You can show the world who's in charge: us, purebloods, strong wizards and witches, not those weakling out there." He smiled. "Do you want to try again, lovely?"