Her chest hurt. That familiar hollow feeling beating at her, her heart thrashing wildly trying to escape the disaster inside. Parvati's dark brown eyes were bright with tears.
"Draco," She breathed, watching his temper rise and fall like a baby dragon, squalling fire everywhere just because he could. "I know we aren't compatible. You spent years explaining that to me and I fought stupidly and childishly because I was so blind with emotion. It's not that I wanted to change you; I just wanted you to be happy."
And she meant that.
"I thought I could make you happy, but that's not what you needed. I couldn't heal things for you. I never wanted to be exempt from what you felt, but I wanted you to help me understand instead of lashing out at me. I didn't want a different Draco, I just wanted a happy Draco."
"It doesn't matter now, don't you see? I'm not telling you these things because I want you to be with me, I'm telling you these things because I want you to understand yourself and grow as a person. Draco, you come to a conclusion that someone views you a certain way and nothing, nothing will change your mind about that. I understand you couldn't give those artifacts up, but you have to understand that in that moment I couldn't give up any more of my life to try and support yours. It wasn't that you loved me enough to give them up, but that I knew then, you just didn't love me enough period."
"But that was a long time ago." She smiled oddly, "And tonight isn't the night for our story to be retold, it had its day." She looked around for the waiter who had long since vanished into the backroom in case spells were to be cast. "I don't want to leave you here like this, Draco, it feels sad. Let's at least be friends."