"It doesn’t fucking matter. I can’t be with you. This – us – it isn’t going to work. And I would rather not waste my fucking time and energy on something I know is going to fail," Draco snapped back, and Hermione felt like slapping him. He was so bloody convinced that they couldn’t work out. All based on some future that might not even happen. So many things could happen between then and now, but he was blinded to that, utterly fixated on trials and Azkaban and not being able to get a job because wizarding society would make him outcast. A job. It was ridiculous, and Hermione was over it.