"You don’t want me to do this? Is that what you’re saying? You don’t want me to marry Astoria? You know the alternative!" He wheels from her, swiping his arm out, clearing what’s left on the table to the floor with one mighty and broad slash; the resulting crash loud. "Gods, you’re infuriating! You’re going to regret this. We’re so good together." Draco forces the words from between gritted teeth, throwing himself in front of the door, desperate to stop her from leaving.