"I've been here for nearly four years. Luna for two. She came here with no one," Draco shouted, Ron's fist colliding hard with his jaw, his head clunking back against the ground. He'd bitten his own cheek, the copper taste of blood filling his mouth.

"All your talk about friendship and loyalty and you haven't got a bloody clue what's happened to her, here. You haven't even bothered to ask!" he roared, planting his hands on Weasley's shoulders and shoving with all his might.