"It’s too late for that - I’m already hurt, I’m already wounded, Harry, and by your hand! If you loved me, the way you say that you do, you’d have left me alone," Draco said bitingly, tears beginning to escape and roll down his cheeks, "I can’t do this - if you’re gearing up to make some last big sacrifice, then fine, I can’t stop you. But I refuse to watch you do it - I refuse to  help you!" Draco edged towards the door, "I thought we were a team, but you’ve made it clear I’ve been on my own this whole time. So fine - be alone, Harry. I’m done,"  