Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe they should take whatever they could get – that had been his attitude originally, when he had first started being interested in her. But then he'd fallen in love with her, and making the best of the potentially rather short time they could have together just hadn't sounded satisfying anymore. He wanted everything, not a fucking taste. Not an "until the war ends', but for as long as it worked. For as long as she was happy and he was happy – without him being dragged off to Azkaban; ripped away from Hermione and sunk into the same lonely, bleak, despair that had sent his father mad.