"Well," Draco started, freeing one hand from his wife's to rub his left shoulder. "They had to spell me--" he saw the rage in his wife's eyes, and quickly hurried, "Because they actually let me keep my wand in my holding cell, because of who I am and all that. But then I kept firing at the bars, and threatening them, so they had to spell me and take my wand from me," he admitted sheepishly. "We'll probably have to be a bit frugal for the next few months. Our lawyers--" Hear that, Parvati? Our lawyers, not Draco's lawyers, "had to go through a lot to get that off of my permanent record."
"Parvati," his hands moved to his wife's shoulders, feeling her small frame in his arms, and then suddenly so happy and relieved to feel her in his bruised arms. How could he have ever thought her hands were enough? Holding her was so much better, and out of love and exhaustion, he felt delirious.
"You are crazy."
Just then, the Healer popped back with a freshly prepared plate of noodles and a jug of water, discreetly dropping it by the door before vanishing. She wasn't about to have her eyebrows burned off by one of Draco Malfoy's hexes, she had her own life to get to!
"You haven't caused any trouble. But you need to eat."