Strangely, unlike usually, Draco's sharp, calculated response to her sobbing and misery actually worked toward soothing her. Parvati had been thinking of herself as a failure, but having her husband fire orders at her and carry on as if it was just an issue that could and would be worked through, eased the pit of despair that grew within her.
Still trembling from her earlier weeping fit, she hiccoughed and sniffled as he continued to plow through, his rationality slowly bringing out the same characteristic in her.
"Alright. I suppose that would be fun..." The idea of being Draco's secretary was oddly appealing, as it brought to mind one of the cute little games they would play before sex. "And if someone asks me to cast a spell I can just pretend I forgot my wand in your office or something."
She moved closer to her husband, nuzzling his shoulder almost piteously, like a child, "So it's not just me, then? Which other higher up women have lost theirs?" Parvati rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. She wanted to ask if he still found her desirable... if he still loved her(for he hadn't quite revealed that despite what he considered important he still didn't think less of her), but was struck with a uncharacteristic bout of shyness. Usually, Parvati would speak her feelings to Draco without hestitation. She'd ask all sorts of difficult questions to which he'd have to stumble through an answer to. But again, she didn't feel like that woman anymore.