"And what are you trying to achieve with this, Hermione? More misery? I’m not changing my mind, so all you’re doing is stretching this out. Making it hurt more than it has to." He took a deep breath and shifted his forearm a little lower, resting it across her collarbones. "Lots of people who love each other don’t work out. Just because two people are in love, it doesn’t mean they’re meant to be together. Sometimes it just doesn’t work." He sounded like he was reciting from rote; something he’d beaten into his head until he almost – but not quite – believed it.