Rabastan ducked as a vase flew past his right shoulder and smashed into the wall behind him.
"Hermione, please stop. Let me explain," he said standing up straight again.
"Explain!" Hermione snorted derisively. "You told that harpy that you would take her as your mistress if you ever got bored with me! We've only just got married, how can you think of something like that already?" Hermione asked seething.
"I said that to placate her. It hasn't been the first time she has approached me about this, and each time I've said no," Rabastan tried to explain, but Hermione shook her head.
"Hermione love, please. I would never do that to you, and the only reason I would leave our bed was if you ordered me too. I would not have married you if I wanted anyone else. I said what I did so she wouldn't keep bothering me about it."
Hermione stood there thinking for a moment.
"I'm sorry," she said sighing. "It was just hard to hear. She's so much prettier than me."
Rabastan walked to where she was standing and lifted her chin up so she could look into his eyes.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world. No other woman can compare to you and never will do. I am the luckiest man in the world because you are my wife," Rabastan said lovingly.
Hermione smiled.
Rabastan lowered his head and kissed her sweetly.
"I love you," she murmured.
"I love you too."
