Parvati flinched slightly as George's voice became remarkably hard. It was offputting, he wasn't the sort to get so riled up. "He is not a git!" She snapped back, her own ire rising. "I won't let you talk about him like that!"
In silence she let him rant, her eyes raking over his cold expression and his white knuckles. His statement was dangerous. Their argument stemmed over the fact that George didn't want Parvati to marry Draco, someone who he thought would treat her badly. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple. Their whole 'best friend' relationship had undercurrents of something much more intense, which they both probably knew, but rarely acknowledged. The comparison of which man she was with versus not, was borderline acknowledgment.
"I'm not going to stand here and defend Draco to you for the billionth time. I know you will never get it." She managed to find her voice, "I...I don't know what to say to that."
"If you're so concerned with what I like, I like you. I like us. Why can't you be my George again? Why do you have be this horrible beast?"
And after a moment of silence, "I'm sorry I slapped you." Big fat tears had welled in Parvati's eyes and she was fighting to keep them back.