"Do you think I’ll be branded a hero? Do you think I’ll be liked? Accepted? Do you have images in your head of some possible happy future?" She looked at him, just looked, full of bewilderment on the brink of hurt. "Because if you do, then get them out of your head. Forget them; they’re a fucking fantasy, not reality. The chances of us having any sort of happy ending are bloody miniscule, and for someone who’s meant to be so bloody bright, I can’t believe you haven’t realised that yet." Draco was harsh and angry, words saturated in cruelty, and Hermione’s eyes turned wounded and wet in front of him, her lips quivered for a moment.