"Openly and honestly hexing everyone, you mean." Parvati responded flatly. "Face it Dragon, you fell in love with me because I was sweet and innocent."
"Well, you'll always have my breasts for padding-" She returned smartly before flushing as a small house elf had just popped in with a hot chocolate she had thought to ask for earlier.
Her fingers curled tighter around the phone, having not received the equal missage response, "Regular?" Parvati's voice was small. "But why? No, I don't think so." Tears had wet her eyelashes flat against her cheeks. "I miss you-"
Sometimes, when Draco pulled the stern husband routine, Parvati fell seamlessly into a slightly irrational, pouting personality. "-No more conference trips, please?"
She didn't tell him of how the portraits about the house all tutted knowingly, providing comments on how Malfoy Men always strayed while away, or if they were the type to be loyal; dabbled in shady businesses at worst and simply wanted away from their wife at best.