"No, I don't think you get-" She had immediately begun to reply back, but almost as quickly the words turned to dust on her tongue.
Everything seemed to be going out of focus all at once. It was as if the two of them were on a cart racing through the deepest tunnels of Gringotts - everything else black and whipping past them, but yet they were oddly still.
"You-" She could barely speak, barely form a thought, "You...love me?"
At times, Parvati had perhaps come to this conclusion, but she had been immediately shamed, thinking that she was being too arrogant. Afterall, she had pined over George for so long, the very idea of him thinking of her as anything more than the little girl that tagged about him had seemed ridiculous.
Once, a long time ago, this declaration would have elated her. Unfortunately, Parvati was happy. She was stupid, head-over-heels, bought a manor in the city and plan to have a million babies, in love with someone. But it wasn't George.
Her breath was coming in raspy breaths, "I...I...I need to sit down." Stumbling backward onto a sofa, right now the only thing she could say was: "But...w-when?"