He only had a moment to feel smug, only a moment of deep, visceral satisfaction when his fist connected with Weasley's jaw, another to his ribs, before he was stumbling back, Weasley's fist crashing into his cheekbone, stars bursting out across his vision.

"I tricked her? I'm not the one who sent her home in tears. Why don't you go ask her which one of us has hurt her the most, lately," he sneered, still shaking away the haze in his vision, his next blow off-center and halfhearted.