Dirty deeds

30 December

Needn\'t have worried about breakfast after all. Ron turned up at our room at 2am to find himself locked out of \'our\' room. Why he thought he would still be welcome in my bed I will never know, and bearing in mind that score he had just given me I wonder why he bothered. He lost his temper of course when I wouldn\'t let him in, and started hammering on the door demanding to be let in. I could hear voices outside persuading him to sleep in another room, with the suggestion that it might be best if he left me alone to cool down. Fat chance!

Consequently I slept late and had lunch / breakfast in bed. I spend the rest of the day skulking in my room, having a long bath and a little light reading.

Anyway, I was damned if I was going to miss out on dinner so I slipped on my second best dress and went down to face them all feeling like I was going to my hanging. By this time Lucius bizarre behaviour had faded from my mind, and apart from wanting to bury myself in a deep dark hole as soon as I saw him I would like to think I handled it well. Actually what happened was I blushed bright red and stammered a lot when he offered me a drink. Fortunately, Lucius making a pass at me was about as likely as Voldemort having suddenly taken to pacifism, and there were so many other things that I could be embarrassed about that no one suspected anything. Did feel strong urge to slap smug smirk off his face.

Dinner passed in almost absolute silence apart from muttered requests to pass the salt, and Lucius and Snape chatting very determinedly about the weather. Had strong feeling that both of them were laughing up their sleeves at me and Ron. Urge to slap both of them was increasing as dinner went on.

Ron was of course sulking. Somehow this had now become my fault, and he made the critical error of continuing his drinking binge. His face grew redder and redder, which was a particularly unattractive colour in relation to his hair colour. Had already decided that we were finished, but was this was making the decision even easier. Didn\'t even feel a pang, merely wondered what I had ever seen in him, and felt strong urge to slap him also.

Was pondering hitherto unknown violent streak in comfort of sofa after dinner when it all, to use a muggle term, kicked off. Ron had apparently taken exception to my ousting him from our room, and told me so in no uncertain terms. Urge to slap him by this time was almost unbearable, so decided to give as good as I was getting. Informed him that we were over, and that he was officially dumped. He thought I was overreacting, and that no big deal to discuss private life in public as we were all among friends. First I had heard that Snape and Malfoy senior counted as friends. That silenced him for a bit, but fired another salvo that was merely trying to find solution to our \'difficulties\'.

Have never realised before that phrase seeing red is actually physically true. Lost temper at this and treated everyone to blow by blow account of our sex life - did you tell them that your idea of foreplay is rolling on top of me, sticking tongue in my mouth and frankly dribbling in belief that wet sloppy kisses are somehow sexy, that you spend a couple of minutes twiddling my nipples like someone trying to tune a radio (obviously confused the purebloods so I added a few hand gestures to demonstrate the technique involved) and then poking around with inadequate dick like someone with st vitus dance until hit the bullseye, a couple of humps and then it was all over, bar rolling off, farting loudly and then falling asleep.

Suddenly it was wholly inappropriate to be discussing our sex lives in public, and when I pointed out that his attitude was a mite hypocritical he really blew a fuse. Any doubt that the relationship was over was erased when he raised his hand to me. Don\'t think that he would actually have hit me, but Lucius moved forward and caught his fist.

When he said that no one was going to hit a woman under his roof, dear Ronald put his foot in it his mouth as far as it could go, and asked whether Lucius meant he had exclusive rights on hitting women under his roof. Remark was followed by hideous silence, I mean we all know the rumours, but still in the interests of Harry\'s and Draco\'s relationship we pass a discrete veil over it.

Hell of a mess.

He stormed out of the house, presumably to continue his drinking binge, and I disappeared off to bed.

Bugger Ronald Weasley sideways with a blast ended skrewt. Had no business upsetting Harry and Draco like that.