Amicably drifted. Parvati didn't even know how that worked.
Here they were, shouting at eachother. Such a familiar moment, but she felt oddly unprepared. Suddenly, it was as if this was some weird fantasy, as if Parvati had been going over one of their arguments in the past and placed it in modern day.
"No, it doesn't! Because that angry, snapping Draco isn't really you! It's your defense mechanism, Draco! You still haven't managed to let go of it! We aren't in Hogwarts! There is no war! Not everyone approaches you with ulterior motives. And if they do: Then you should have realised long ago that I'm not one of them."
Her voice was becoming dangerously shaky as Draco's own choked. "It wasn't the first sign, Draco." She replied dully, "It was the last. After everything we'd been through-" Flashes of the past seared themselves on Parvati's eyelids: A dance in the gardens, a shove against the stables, Draco's eyes dark with a deatheater's spell, misunderstandings and a heart breaking. "Keeping the artifacts related to your dark past meant more to you than me."
"I thought I was your future, but I knew that day that you didn't think that way. And...and you'd never get better with me chorusing that into your ears. You have to learn that you can be better, that you are better, on your own in order for you to achieve it. I had to assume hell broke loose, because with the absence of heaven, what else was left?"
"Maybe I did expect you to act arrogant in your interviews, but that's only because you haven't proven me wrong yet, Draco. I really wish you would." He didn't see, but a tear dropped down her cheek at that. Fingers were quick to flick it away. "Maybe one day you will and I will be proud of you, I promise."
"Yes." Parvati composed herself, "Yes, I think so. He is ..." She couldn't help but smile at the thought, "Jacob."