"Not the being sick part, the cause of my digestive pyrotechnics." She conjured a glass of water and rinsed her mouth. Marcus pulled her onto his lap. "Ugh, okay, no interruptions, let me get through this. You knew me when I was younger. I was never a girly girl, part of that was a block Dumbledore put on me, so I wouldn't make some discoveries. I'm not sure what all occurred. No one saw me as female until Viktor. Fifth and 6th year I had a massive crush on Ron, one I thought he finally returned." She dashed away the tears from her cheeks. "We, um, we were on a mission. I was standing guard. It started raining, so I went inside. They," she broke down in sobs. Marcus rubbed her back in small soothing circles, making shushing sounds. "They were FUCKING each other on my bed! They were supposed to be my best friends. They LIED to me, and carried on behind my back, on my sheets, where I slept. Two perfectly good cots not three feet away had to do it on mine. Now, I find out Ron would have married me and expected me to be a good little wife and looking the other fucking way!"