Malfoy flinches back, but he doesn't try to deny the truth, doesn't try to contradict her, weary defeat creeping over his features. "No," he says, smudging a hand tiredly over his face, and then pushing his hair back, shoulders slumping. "You're not. You're not, and I am so sorry. I wanted to – I want to..." He trails off, looking away. "...but I can't..."