Parvati's mouth dropped. Her husband? Too tired for something sex related? Gosh, he was exhausted! "Well, there's always tommorrow." She said smiling, wondering what that sudden smack noise was. Her suspicious mind made her jump to the radical conclusion that he was smoking (having seen him do the expert wrist slap before) but since she heard no lighting sounds, put the thought away.
"No way. Not even possible. I could never have been the worst, with you stomping around town." She teased.
Parvati was strict because Parvati was clever, and she would never let herself become another statistic of yet another pureblood wife who was cheated upon.
"It wasn't marmite...." She trailed off, "It was peanut butter..."
As he asked her the question, Parvati's heart squeezed a little and she turned, burying her face slightly in her husband's pillow. "Yes."
"So much, Draco." And despite herself, tears sprung into her eyes and her breath caught, "I miss you, I don't want you to leave again."