The Idea of Draco

5 - The Ex-Husband

The bell of the shop door tinkles, and I look up from where I am decorating Gina's wedding cake.

I groan at the sight of my ex-husband entering the shop, Fleur hanging off his arm.

They better not be here to ask me to make their fucking wedding cake. I don't care how desperate we are for business, I will never do that.

However, by the fierce look on Bill's face, this isn't a friendly visit.

Still, I plaster a false smile on my face.

"Good business trip?" I ask lightly, as though I really give a fuck.

"Not really, no," Bill snarls. "I thought I could trust that my daughter was in safe hands when you offered to escort her to the game. But instead I find out that you've been drunkenly sleeping with the entire Quidditch team, leaving my daughter unchaperoned until the early hours of the morning!"

Smile immediately vanishing from my face, my mouth hangs open in complete shock. 

"First of all, darling ex-husband," I say, trying to keep my voice calm and not show just how fucking angry I am, "I didn't offer to take our daughter  - you begged me after you let her down at the last minute. And second, I did not sleep with anyone. Although, even if I did, it really would be none of your business."

"Fleur has a friend who attended that after party and has reported that you were snogging Draco Malfoy. You know, the very same boy who is responsible not only for this," he seethes, pointing to his scarred face, "but nearly killing my brother!" 

"That was a long time ago, Bill," I say quietly, narrowing my eyes. "People change."

Bill's eyes practically bulge out of his head. "Oh, so you're not denying snogging him, then? He's a fucking kid, Solène!"

"Um, I believe he's only two years younger than Fleur, so isn't that a bit hypocritical? Especially as she literally was his age when you thought it would be a grand idea to start putting your cock in her."

Fleur blushes a deep red, not being able to meet my eye.

Bill bristles furiously. "That's not the same, and you know it."

"Explain to me how?" I say through gritted teeth.

"Well... I'm a man. And Malfoy is a pig! I do not want you bringing trash like that home to my daughter."

"For fuck's sake, Bill. I'm not bringing anyone home. It was just a party. An innocent, fun party. Mia and her friends were all tucked up in sleeping bags at a reasonable hour."

"Bill," Fleur says, finally speaking. "Maybe we should just leave-"

"No!" Bill bellows. "Not until I've had my say!" He rounds back on me. "I think it's time you should start growing up, or else I may reconsider applying for full custody."

"What the hell, Bill?!" I splutter. "Don't be so dramatic!"

"I'm not being dramatic. Draco Malfoy is a dangerous boy! I don't care if he's a Quidditch super star these days. He will always be a monster and should be rotting in Azkaban along with his good for nothing father!"

"Oh, get over yourself, Bill." I mutter. "It was just a fucking kiss. Now, if you don't mind, I'm very busy trying to finish Gina's cake. I don't want to let her down on this too."

Glaring at him pointedly, I pick up my wand and turn my attention back to completing the artwork on the cake.

"Come on, darling," Fleur says, tugging at my ex-husband's arm. "I'm sorry, Sol, I didn't know he was going to bring up the custody thing."