"You don't mean anything!" Dezzie answered, jerking away from him. Didn't mean to...acquire a finger, didn't mean to get arrested, didn't mean to impregnate her. Dezzie was quite sure that the only thing Arthur Pettigrew had ever actually intended to do was marry her, and in her current state strongly wondered if that hadn't been a mistake.

"And yet, here we are!"

What stung most was his belief that she didn't want children. How could he possibly confuse "not now" with "not ever"? Had she not been clear that she merely wanted to maintain a quidditch career as long as possible? And besides, it hardly mattered now: what was done was done, and there was no getting around it.