"And you used my distraction to spill juice on dresses that were prettier than yours, and to take extra cookies." Draco rolled his eyes and chuckled despite himself. "Parvati, you might have been innocent in a... sexual way," he burst out laughing, "but I never underestimated you. You have a little bit of a brat in you too." Allowing the cigarette to dangle from his lips, he rubbed his shoulder a bit. "All that money brings out the brat in everyone."
When Parvati and Draco had this contest, or rather, when Draco had this contest with himself--seeing who could miss who more, it was always in person. Parvati would see the way Draco looked at her, and it would betray his thoughts.
But the silence said nothing.
"Parvati," he sighed. "You know that's impossible. I'll look irresponsible if I don't go."
To be honest, Draco had considered allowing his wife to come on occasion. But a bit of distance was good. Seriously.