Parvati flinched as her husband's form of greeting for her was to snap at her. "I'm sorry." She replied dully, eyes still fixated on the floor, not even snapping back. Immediately her stomach had dropped, knowing that the Draco she was dealing with today was not the epic prince she would defend him to be in front of her friends, but rather the sharp, tired Malfoy businessman that others dealt with all the time but would only rear his head at her on occasion.
It was hard sometimes, dealing with Draco's moodiness and having to hang on to the moments that proved the intensity of his love for her during the times when he was less than perfect. She usually didn't mind, she loved him beyond all problems, but today was different, today she no longer felt like a strong, Gryffindor witch. Because she wasn't, was she? What kind of witch had no magic?
Swallowing her upset for a moment, she stood and moved over to him as he ranted on, not paying her any mind. With gentle hands she tugged off his outer cloak and loosened his tie. Nudging him over to the bed where she knelt behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. "Is that so? Well, serves her right, then. Perhaps I can order your lunches for you from now on. It wouldn't be difficult..."
"Oh." Parvati's voice was soft, trying to keep the irritation at his callousness and the upset at her lack of magic at bay, "Must you go out? I'd rather you stay at home tonight...." She paused, " It's been a rather awful day, actually, Dragon."
Come on, be her dark knight. Make her fears that you might treat her lack of magic callously, unfounded.