Rapunzel was fuming, her blood boiling, never in her life did she think she could ever be as angry as she was now. She almost felt numb. She crinkled up the daily prophet and threw it into the burning fire across from her in the fireplace. "Blondie?" His voice echoed loudly through the room and he quickly came through the doorway. "Rapunzel...?" His voice was soft, and it had gotten quieter when he noticed the paper burning in the fire the headline "Slytherin dealing with Hufflepuff partner, daughter of Head Mistress." The room was silent for a moment, the sound of Flynns shoes clicking against the floor and he placed a hand on Rapunzels shoulder softly. "Rapunzel. She twisted it. That's not what I said."He was lying. She knew it. He sighed. "You're going to need allies, Punz. And I've got them. We can't have them if-" Rapunzel couldn't bear to hear his words, or even feel his touch. her hands were shaking and she twisted around to face him, tears streaming down her face. "Don't touch me!" She barked at him, pushing his hand off of her and taking a step back. "I don't care what you have to say right now, Flynn. You don't care about anything but yourself and your blood idiotic mate Peter. Someday your whole world is going to go crashing down, and no one is going to be there for you because you could care less about anything but yourself! I love you, Flynn. I love you so much it bloody kills me. But I can't care if you don't. I can't." Her voice had gotten so loud, she was walking towards Flynn who was taking large steps back until he was at the doorway. Rapunzel had tears streaming down her face but she didn't wipe them away. She needed him to see how much he had hurt her. Her voice went soft. "This is just a bloody game to you." She broke as she looked at him, his hand on the door. She could tell he didn't know what to say, he was taken back by her reaction. But Rapunzel didn't care. If he didn't, then neither did she.