"Oh, so that’s how you want to play this. Okay. So, it was fine for you to fucking cheat on me, put on us on a break, to which I never actually agreed to by the way, just so you could get what you "needed’ and what, I was supposed to sit around doing nothing." Her composure had gone, her knuckles white around the stem of her glass. "Well, let me tell you something Ronald, that didn’t happen. You see I realised something that next night after you announced you needed time, I wasn’t actually upset, you could have all the time you needed, it wasn’t going to change the fact that we were over. Our relationship just wasn’t healthy, and our sex life, well, let’s say mediocre puts a really positive spin on it. Instead, I thought about what I actually needed, and that was to get fucking laid by someone that knew what they were doing. That’s where Draco came in. It was sooo fucking good I just couldn’t get enough. We were at it everywhere, my flat, his flat, clubs, alleys, the ministry. Which is ironic really, given that’s how I came to find out about you and your lies." 