"That doesn't matter!" Draco barked at his wife, as she tried to outline the hardships she had to endure with him. "You can take that up with me! But that doesn't excuse the fact that, instinctually, you do not trust me."
The more she explained, the angrier he got.
"We are not one," he tossed the words back at her. To his credit, he resisted going on a heated diatribe about how Jacob Brandon cared more about his ego than anything else-- how he hadn't even bothered to see if Parvati had accepted his proposal or not.
"You can apologize, Parvati," his voice was low and dark. "But don't give me your crap about how this is all really because we're one and the same." He strangled the neck of his bottle of scotch. "I just wish you'd stop making your mistakes the result of some fairy tale story. I hate it when you do that. It's not real, Parvati. That's not real. I just wish you apologized for messing up. End of story. Take responsibility, instead of saying it was really our unity and your righteous guilt that started this."