"Oh." Parvati returned calmly, as she inwardly danced a dance of victory over the grave of Draco and Freya's relationship. "What happened? Are you alright?" She wondered why he was smiling.
Frowning, the Gryffindor girl grew fiery at his words. "Excuse me? What is wrong with you?" That little hand found his shoulder again, but this time to shove it. "Why wouldn't I want that for you? I wanted that for you before you even knew what the word meant: when you were so knee deep in all that darkness-" Her voice caught and she stopped. "It's nothing about how good I am, but how much I think you're worth. You know what, Draco? You are spiralling. You push away everything around you like a child, snapping and tantruming when you feel like it. You self-sabotage constantly. I'm trying to be nice and you just have to act completely bipolar. That company would have chosen you if you hadn't acted like such a dick about how the partnership was a cinch. For everything in life you need to give a little to get something back."
Her face was angry and flushed, feelings hurt. "And don't you dare say that: 'new boyfriend' like that. We both know that if hadn't been for you there never would have been another boyfriend. Jacob treats me well and if you truly want me to be happy then you wouldn't make it seem like I'm the one wronging you."