Draco hadn’t realised until he said it, how much he wanted that to be true. He wanted everything to be over. To be able to stop feeling conflicted and guilty and fucking torn all the time. He wanted peaceful, hopeless numbness, which might sound depressing, but was preferable to this. Of course there was no way he was going to get it. Not with Hermione around. It was impossible; his scuffle with Krum had proved that. Draco wouldn’t let himself be with her but he couldn’t stand anyone else having her either. Merlin, what a fucking mess.