For one maddening moment, Parvati thought about choking George. The hands she had used to shove his hands off his hips fell uselessly to her side. Brown eyes quickly dulled. "So we're back to this, then? You're going to be mean to me and call me names? Question my sanity? Maybe make me out to be some sort of cruel princess who thinks she's better than everyone? Fine, George, whatever."
She looked up at him, "Sometimes you act as if I personally wronged you by marrying him, I don't get - how is it that I did that?"
"You know, if Draco really ever did hit me, then I certainly don't think I could come to you, George. You'd make me feel like it was my fault. Impaired Judgement and all that."
Tears were welling in her eyes, making them impossibly shimmery and sad.