She hated herself for it. She hated herself even more when he left. She felt empty and alone and there was no universe in her mind where the mess that was this war could resolve itself in a satisfying way – if the Order won, they would crucify Draco, and her together with him because there was no version of the end where she wouldn’t stand by his side and accept all that came his way as if it were meant for her. And if Voldemort won, once more... Well... There was no happy ending for them.