She ignored, him, rushing out the door and letting it slam shut behind her, going to her room and slamming that one behind her as well. Astoria rarely indulged in hysterics or crying fits. She was a no-nonsense sort of girl, but this- this had been the only thing she'd ever done just for herself and while she'd known it was idealistic of her, she'd hoped, really hoped that Draco would understand. Or at least try to.
It hurt to think that maybe West had been right all along about Draco and how he felt about her. Maybe she was dooming herself to being nothing but a trophy wife after all. Could she have been wrong about them, all this time? Oh that hurt, that was unbearable, and she buried her face in her pillows, unable to help the tears. Even as upset as she was, crying, Astoria didn't sob, just curled up tightly and silently, shoulders shaking as quite a few dreams and ideals died an unexpected death.