"That’s not my fucking problem. I’m not the one who fucking tortured you. So don’t take it out on me." Draco shook his head hard, rejecting her apology, sick of everything. Sick of the way the damned war tainted everything he had, ripped it away from him, or marred it. Even this. Hadn’t they tried hard enough? He had known it wouldn’t be easy, him and Hermione, but did it have to be this fucking hard? They had just been so happy. It had been good.