Him taking her face into his hands like that only made the tears fall faster and harder. His eyes told her everything she needed to know; that she had caused trouble that was unnecessary and the storminess of them was something that she had almost never -- if ever -- seen cast toward her. Not that it was, but Astoria didn’t know that. She had done something that had brought about unrest within Draco’s family, and now she was so fearful of the consequences that she was seriously concerned she had made a terrible, terrible mistake.
One slender hand went to carefully wrap around his wrist, fingers curling gently as they trembled and as her other hand rose to press against her lips. For a moment she simply did her best to try and control her breathing, hoping to speak again with a little less choking up in between words. Her gaze had shifted from his eyes, but not for long. Astoria couldn’t avoid looking into them, not only because out of habit she usually looked to them for strength, but this time because she’d slipped up and now she had to answer for her crimes.
A deep breath, shaky as it was, was taken, and Astoria dropped the hand that covered her mouth down to her lap, her fingers immediately clenching onto the fabric of her dress.
“Your father…” Wide, tear-filled blue eyes searched his grey ones, hoping not to find any anger there. “Your mot-- Both of them. I just--” Another breath was taken -- an attempt to keep her diaphragm under some sense of control. “It makes me so uncomfortable…” Her eyelashes fluttered as another set of tears fell to her cheeks and another cry escaped. “I don’t want him to grow up in that world, Draco. I don’t want him to think of himself as better than others.” Her words were still shattered by little sobs, but they were earnest and said with every bit of conviction that she had inside of her -- no matter how scared she was, speaking up to her husband like that.
“I don’t ever want to hear the word ‘filth’ come from those darling lips in reference to another person.” The hand in her lap moved up to rest over her heart, fingertips pressing in as though to hold it there. “It would break my heart.”