"Fucking hell, you all just don’t know when to quit, do you? How many times can I say it? She’s off. Fucking. Limits. I won’t sit around here and listen to you all wax poetic about how I need to just embrace it and admit how I feel, I won’t. I can’t. It cannot happen. How I feel does not fucking matter, she’s... she’s Granger. And I’m a sodding Death Eater. Fuck," Draco was breathless, his head was in his hands, elbows rested on his knees.