It took me a moment to realise that this was the same room Draco had hid himself in to fix that fucking cabinet.

My eyes roamed to the sofa where we had shared some very heated encounters and I felt my stomach knot in a mixture of yearning and sadness.

Because I missed him. It wasn't just the sex, although I really did miss that, but it was just him. The glint in his eye, and the smirk that so often played on his lips. I missed the teasing and the way we would constantly challenge one another. It had never been dull in his company.

I sat morosely down upon the sofa, stroking the upholstery as I wondered where he was, and if he was being forced to wait outside the school ready to attack us with the rest of the Death Eaters.

"THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME FOR A SIT DOWN, RONNIE! THERE IS A WAR ON!"

I looked up at a thunderous Harry, whose green eyes were bulging out at me from behind his glasses.

Ugh. I really couldn't be fucked with this. I briefly wondered if anyone would notice if I just slipped away back home and went to bed. Harry and Hermione could always fill me in on the details in the morning.

But Harry yanked me off the sofa and ordered me to go and look for the stupid tiara.

"But I don't know what it looks like!" I whined, folding my arms huffily over my chest.

"It looks like something you put on your fucking head!" Harry spat as he ran off deep into the room.

"Stupid Harry, and his stupid tiaras," I muttered moodily under my breath as I lazily flicked my hand along the rows and rows of crap.

A voice made me stop in my tracks. It wasn't Harry's and it wasn't Hermione's.

I hurried towards it; rushing down aisle after aisle of crap.

"What's going- oh!"

I had turned round a corner to come face to face with Draco, Blaise and Goyle pointing their wands threateningly towards Harry.

A lot of awkward glances were exchanged.

"Draco? Oh - hey Blaise," I said giving a half awkward nod.

"Hey, Weasley," he nodded back, still aiming his wand towards Harry. "Er... how are things?"

"Can't complain I suppose," I shrugged.

Draco couldn't seem to look me in the eye.

"Um," I continued, looking between the lot of them, "what's going on, exactly?"

"Your fucking boyfriend wants his wand back!" Harry roared angrily.

I looked at Goyle and Blaise on either side of Draco. Something didn't sit right.

"Where's Crabbe?" I asked, frowning, "as lovely as it is to see you again, Blaise, this seems like the kind of thing that Crabbe would be a part of."

"He's otherwise tied up. Said something about a Molotov cocktail." Draco muttered, his eyes never leaving Harry.

"What are you waiting for, you prat?" Goyle hissed in Draco's ear. "Do 'im!"

Harry just gave a loud bark of laughter.

"He won't kill me! He didn't even have the guts to hand me in to his aunt when he had the chance!"

Goyle's mouth hung stupidly open as he looked at Draco.

"Who's fucking side are you on here, exactly?"

"The Dark Lord's, of course!" Draco spat back quickly without hesitation.

"Well prove it and kill this lot, right now!"

Draco's eyes bulged in horror. "The Dark Lord doesn't want him dead! Not by us, anyway."

"He didn't say anything about the blood traitor though, did he?!" Goyle sneered, beckoning his head towards me.

Draco looked up, his eyes finally meeting mine in terror.

"Ease up, mate," Blaise said, blinking at Goyle. "We just came in here to bring Potter to the Dark Lord. No one needs to kill anyone."

But at that moment, Hermione came bounding up behind me and Goyle angrily flicked his wand at her, aiming the Killing Curse.

I managed to push her out of the way just in time, my heart thudding in my chest, as a sudden fury swept over me.

"YOU COMPLETE FUCKTARD!" I bellowed at Goyle, aiming my own wand at him. "CRUCIO!"

Sadly, he jumped out of the way and my curse hit the shelving behind him, causing everything on it to collapse.

Jets of light started flying everywhere as we all started duelling. Goyle kept yelling the Killing Curse whilst Draco bellowed at him to stop it.

For some reason, Goyle decided to leg it, so I chased him, desperately trying to get him with the Cruciatus Curse. Death wasn't good enough - I wanted to hear him suffer.

And then he yelled an incantation I had never heard before.

"RUN!" I screamed, as I turned around and furiously pelted back towards Harry and Hermione. "FUCKING GOYLE HAS SET THE BLOODY PLACE ON FIRE!"

Goyle ran up behind me, violently shoving me out of the way so that I landed painfully into a shelf of old spell books, which proceeded to topple onto me.

"OW! YOU FUCKING CUNT!" I yelled, trying to unbury myself; Harry and Hermione racing immediately to my rescue.

"Come on, Malfoy!" Goyle bellowed at a hesitant Draco, whose eyes darted towards me as if he was pondering whether to help me or not.

In the end he decided to join Blaise and Goyle, and ran off after them.

I tried not to let the hurt get to me as Harry and Hermione helped heave me out. We needed to get out - and fast.

The fire was spreading fast all around us. It soon became clear that we were surrounded.

"Brooms!" I cried, seeing two amongst a pile of crap.

I threw one to Harry as Hermione clambered on behind me.

As we rose into the air and started making our way towards the door, I heard a loud yell of fright deep inside the room. My stomach twisted. Draco.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me?!" Harry bellowed as I told him I was off to save them.

But I couldn't leave him. I couldn't let Draco just die.

We found them on top of a pile of tables. No Goyle though. Wasn't that bothered about him to be fair.

Blaise clambered on behind Hermione leaving Draco looking horrified that he had to ride with Harry.

Served the git fucking right.

The broom was hard to steer having three of us on it, I kept looking round to make sure Harry was following close by with Draco.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOING?!" I bellowed, coughing through the smoke as I saw Harry dive down into the flames.

Seriously, that fucking git had a death wish to the end.

"Just get to the door, Ronnie!" Hermione cried in my ear.

We all fell off the broom as I crash landed into the corridor, panic tearing at me as I wondered what was keeping Harry and Draco.

And finally, they emerged from the flaming room, both rolling to the floor as their broom clattered to the floor.

None of us spoke as we all instead coughed, spluttered and retched our lungs up.

"Ronnie," Draco rasped from where he lay in the middle of the corridor.

I refused to lift my head. I felt too furious to look at him, let alone answer him.

"Ronnie, please-"

"Don't!" I snapped, "I don't want to fucking hear it anymore, Malfoy!"

He pulled himself up on his knees and shuffled towards me, where I was still slumped exhausted and panting.

"Potter and Granger were helping you, I wouldn't have left otherwise. I could see you were going to be okay-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?!" I bellowed, this time glaring right at him. He flinched, seemingly shocked at the look on my face, before backing off.

Tears of hurt and anger were stinging behind my eyes. Or maybe that was just the smoke.

Either way, I was fucking hurt.

"The Horcrux!" Harry spluttered excitedly as the tiara in his hand melted.

"The fire Goyle set must have been cursed!" Hermione breathed.

"Fucking idiot," I muttered. "I suppose that twat is dead then. Funny; must have been the only time he was the hottest guy in the room."

"Ronnie!" Hermione gasped in horror, her eyes darting nervously across to Draco and Blaise, who were now both slumped against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor.

I could sense Draco desperately trying to meet my eye, but I simply refused to look at him.

A noise at the other end of the corridor made us all look up.

"Hey, Ronnie!" A familiar jovial voice called as four figures came into view. "Come and join the fun!"

Fred. Along with Percy, both duelling a Death Eater each.

My heart started thudding manically in my chest as I stood up.

For a reason I couldn't explain; I suddenly had a sick, terrified feeling about this.

"Fred!" I cried as a cold terror went through me.

It was the sound, I realised afterwards, as I started pelting towards them, my wand aloft.

Because there was no sound - an unnatural quiet had hit the air around us.

"Ronnie - stop!" I heard a panicked cry behind me.

But I didn't stop, and I didn't look round to see Draco's anguished face as he leapt to his feet to come after me.

Fred turned to greet me; a huge grin upon his freckled, cheery face just as the air blasted around us, tossing his body into the sky like a rag doll.

I should have laughed more at his jokes, I thought, as a scream stuck in my throat. I should have hugged him more and made the effort to appreciate the love my brother had for me.

And, as a large boulder slammed into the side of his head; the sound of his skull cracking reverberating against my soul, I thought to myself only one more thing.

I should have been a better sister.

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