"What? What are you going to do exactly, Granger?" Zabini said with a small laugh. He was twirling his wand around his fingers. "Interesting fact for you, we have a research facility here on the island. We’ve invented curses since the fall of the Dark Lord that would make your blood curdle. But I like your attitude," he added, licking his lips. "You should come as a Mistress next time. I’ll make sure you’re entertained. Men, women, whatever your heart desires. Because allow me to say, Malfoy and Weasley? I can’t imagine they manage to satisfy your appetite."