At his wife's flurry of hurt words, Draco almost laughed.
"Parvati, I..." he rubbed his eyes before taking her tiny hands in his own. "I was in jail." Now he did laugh. "I was arrested for creating a public disturbance on my way to getting you. They didn't have a portkey available for me right away, and they had to restrain--"
He took the pathetically little glass of water from Parvati's nightstand and gulped it down.
"...I haven't slept in 48 hours, and I've already set up a meeting with our lawyers for tomorrow," he met her eyes with a sudden, fierce intensity. "A Harper is not a Malfoy. We're suing."
He went back to holding his wife's hands.
"I was in jail," he repeated, "I wanted to see you so badly, and they wouldn't let me call anyone, none our friends knew where I was, I couldn't ask anyone to tell you... I'm so, so sorry that you've been alone this whole time." He sounded a bit choked. "I've been so worried."