Krum was a far more logical choice, Draco admitted to himself. But logic wasn’t fucking love. Wasn’t happiness. He refused to believe that she could be happy with that big, dumb oaf; the best she would ever achieve was a dreary state of not-unhappy. No, Hermione wouldn’t be interested in Krum. But there were a lot of other options out there, and in the aftermath of their argument Draco was scared. Shit, he hated having to admit that, even silently in his own mind. He was scared he would lose Hermione to a more intelligent version of Krum; to the normality and easiness others could offer her, which Draco couldn’t. Nothing would ever be easy if she was involved with him once the war was over. He might not be on the other side anymore, but he’d never be part of this side either.