"Bu-Bu..." She mocked him as she started to approach once more. "You won because I made it so Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done." She told him softly before grabbing his injured arm and rolling up his sleeve. "The blood that runs through these veins runs within the dark lord." She continued as she pressed her thumb into the wound, opening it again, causing blood to drip down his arm. She pulls her blood-covered thumb up to her nose to sniff it before sticking it in her mouth and moaning.