I had just removed my freshly baked pastries from the oven, when the servants door at the back of the kitchen flew open, making me jump.

I whirled round to see Blaise enter, his face looking pained as he strode towards me.

"Ronnie, I've been trying to call you for days!" He hissed, after looking around to see if anyone else was lurking, satisfied that we were alone.

"I've been busy," I said flatly, as I threw my oven gloves to the side.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened." He implored, stepping up beside me. "I was a dick. But I meant it when I said I wanted us to give things a go."

"Well, you can fucking forget that for a start." I muttered, carefully removing each pastry case onto a tray.

"But why?" He said, sounding genuinely hurt. "We are good together!"

"Are you even supposed to be here, Blaise?" I muttered, turning away from him. "Bambi will be here in a minute, and she's bringing Draco."

"Well, we've all got to learn to be in the same room seeing as I am his Best Man in his wedding to Bambi."

The emphasis he put on her name sparked anger in my stomach.

"I will not be used in your pathetic dick waving competition!" I snarled, wheeling back round to glare at him, "I am fucking done with it!"

"Baby, what are you're talking about? I thought we had fun together?"

"YOU USED ME IN THE CRUELEST POSSIBLE WAY TO GET AT DRACO!" I bellowed. "And do you know the worst thing? I actually believed for one moment in my life that someone could make me happy. But I guess I was wrong. Instead you made me feel like nothing but a worthless fucking tramp, Blaise!"

A loud cough by the main kitchen door made us both swivel our heads round.

Draco was stood, his face set in an angry scowl, and even from where I was, I could see the tiny pulse of a muscle along his clenched jawline. My heart suddenly raced, and I couldn't help but feel guilty, even though I had done nothing to be ashamed of.

"Bambi wants you, Weasley," Draco muttered coldly, barely moving his lips as his eyes settled furiously on Blaise. "She's in the drawing room."

Sighing, I threw the remaining pastries down on the side and made my way across the kitchen. Draco stepped aside, his eyes remained fixed menacingly on Blaise as I strode past him out of the door.

As soon as the kitchen door swung shut behind me, I knew something was wrong when I saw Bambi up ahead, looking confused as she started to walk towards me.

"Ronnie? What-?"

The sound of muffled bellows rose from beyond the door behind me, followed by a sudden loud clattering, as though pots and pans were being tossed violently about.

"They're going to fucking kill each other," I breathed.

Without hesitation, I flew back into the kitchen, quickly followed by Bambi.

And sure enough, surrounded by my freshly cooked pastries; spoilt and scattered on the floor around them, Draco and Blaise were rolling around, trying to punch the living daylights out of one another.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING CUNT!" Draco was yelling, his face pinched in pink fury as he pummelled his fist over and over again into Blaise's face.

"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HIM, DRACO!" Bambi cried behind me as I immediately removed my wand and flicked it towards their wrestling bodies, forcing them to fly apart.

Without thinking about it, I rushed to Draco, who had smacked against the fridge; restraining him against it with my whole body before he could throw himself back down at Blaise, where Bambi was sobbing by his side, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood that was spurting from his nose.

"Calm the fuck down!" I roared, as Draco tried to push me off of him, snarling angrily in Blaise's direction.

"Let me fucking kill that bastard!" Draco bellowed, still wrestling to get past me.

"Get him away from here, Ronnie!" Bambi cried, as she cradled Blaise's head in her lap, his face smashed to smithereens. "Now!"

Keeping hold of a still struggling Draco as tightly as I could, I somehow managed to successfully Disapparate us both away.

"Draco, please!" I cried as he continued to angrily wrestle with me, even after we had safely Apparated into my flat's pokey sitting room.

My voice seem to make him freeze, and he blinked down at me, as if only just noticing I was there; his chest rising and falling heavily.

"Ronnie," he growled hoarsely. Something flashed in his eyes and, for a moment - just a moment - it was like it was just him and me again against the world.

I stepped back, looking away as my heart fluttered maddeningly in my chest.

"What the fuck was that about?" I hissed, throwing my hands up to my head. "You want to get yourself thrown in Azkaban for manslaughter?"

"He shouldn't of treated you like that!" Draco spat, the fury immediately returning to his face.

"Is this really about defending my honour or is it more the fact that your fucking pride was hurt because he slept with me?!" I scoffed.

"No! Damn it, Ronnie!" He cried, driving an agitated hand through his hair. "I would have stomached him and you being together if it made you happy! But I overheard what you said to him about how he hurt you and I just wanted to kill him! I felt furious that he could do that to you!"

I looked at him and felt a bubble of incredulous laughter rise inside of me.

"Hurt?! You want to talk about hurting me?! Well you're the king of that Draco. Believe me, Blaise doesn't even hold a fucking torch to you!"

"And I hate myself for what I've done to you." He implored, looking at me with pained eyes. "But I never set out to hurt you, though. I could never do what he did to you!"

I fell down wearily on the sofa. I'd actually lost count the amount of times I'd heard him make a speech like this. And I couldn't be fucking arsed with it anymore.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, looking down at me confusedly as I picked up the remote control and switched on the television.

"I'm taking a shit Draco, what do you think I'm fucking doing?" I muttered, settling for a programme about the life of a cat lady or some shit.

Fitting.

"Where are we?" Draco asked, whirling around on the spot, his nose turned up as he took in his surroundings.

"My place. And there's no need to look like that, not all of us can afford large roomy homes. Now sit down or get out. Either way, I couldn't give a fucking toss anymore. Just a word of warning though, I'd give your fiancée a bit of space before you go crawling back if I were you. She didn't look best pleased that you duffed up loverboy."

He seemed to hesitate, as if unsure of what to do, before eventually dropping down on the other end of the sofa.

"So, what are we watching?" He murmured, and I could see his eyes flick hesitantly to me.

"My future."

"But it's an old lady surrounded by cats."

"Exactly."

"You don't seem like a cat person to me."

"I'm not. I prefer dogs."

"So why not get a dog?"

"Because the universe dictates that I'm going to become a cat lady."

"But that's stupid!" He spluttered. "If you want to live with a dog then why punish yourself by living with a cat?!"

My jaw dropped open disbelievingly and I gave him the most incredulous look.

"What?!" He cried, seemingly genuinely oblivious to the complete irony of his statement.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just fucking say that. Now go and do something useful like put the kettle on, or better yet, open a bottle of wine."

"But I don't know where the kitchen is." He whined.

"This isn't Buckingham fucking Palace!" I bellowed. "It will be through one of two fucking doors. And if you pick the front door, just do me a favour and keep on fucking going!"

He may be pretty, I thought, shaking my head to myself as he huffily strode out of the room; but my god Draco Malfoy could be such a fucktard.

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