Rouge - H.P fanfiction

Red. I repulse it. It's the colour of the blood that stains my kitchen, the colour of the filthy Gryffindors who will die in my hands and the colour of the red love bites that he leaves on my neck...damn, why does that always happen? In some way, he always gets into my mind. Red. I repulse it, so why did it have to be the colour of his hair?