She flinched as his voice raised, but then, fairly quickly, her voice joined his. "Draco, you're not listening to me! Ugh!" Her small hands made little fists that jerked toward the ground. "I do trust you! I apologized to Jake because I felt bad! I didn't blame you; I asked you what was that! I was taken off guard! I'm sorry if it came across that I don't trust your judgement, but I honestly was asking you what had just happened!"
"I did apologize to you for messing up. I AM apologizing to you for messing up!" She looked at him confusedly, trying to muddle through the thoughts running around in her head.
"I wasn't trying to excuse myself through a fairy tale-" But how many times had she excused him through that same process? "I was trying to explain to you why I reacted so at least you would know I didn't think of you as a bad man. But now I get how you feel - Okay we are not one. I never realised my concept of you and I as true love was something you found to be frivolous or not real. And, well, that sucks you don't look at it that way, Draco, but it explains a lot:"
Though he had just broke her heart, she finally understood how he apparently saw things, and what he wanted:
"I'm sorry I was an ass and jumped to conclusions, let me know how I can make it up to you." Parvati's voice was fierce and earnest.
Parvati had always been a dreamer. Holding to ideas and concepts from books and stories that could never be true. In Draco she had originally met her dark knight, the tortured soul that she had to save, the man that she loved enough to die for, and through all his mistreatment and through all the angst they had suffered through, pieces and pieces of her hopes of a fairytale had slowly vanished. But like all girls, the flame of hope remained, to give reason for the worst times.
Yet, suddenly, in a moment not quite exquisite or important, Parvati Malfoy grew up. For if even the prince of your fairy tale denies it's existence, there's not much left to fantasize about. And though she once thought that if Draco didn't love her the way she had imagined, she would have died...she just felt a little angry and sad and reality.