"And I refuse to take your blame on top of the guilt I already get to live with every bloody day. I might deserve it – Merlin, I know I do. But you said it was all in the past. You said it. You said it didn’t matter. You can’t just take that back whenever you feel bad. You can’t use it to make me feel like shit every time you’re feeling bad." If she wanted support, if she actually wanted someone to talk to, if she wanted...well, damn near anything, Draco would do his best. But he wasn’t going to let her beat him down like this. He wasn’t going to be with a person who was going to lash out at him after she had said she wouldn’t. He hated himself enough without her piling on. "So make up your fucking mind, Hermione."