"All that noble effort for nothing," she goaded him. "You can’t make me happy or unhappy, Draco. Only I can do that. You can’t end things now to save me from heartache later on. It doesn’t make any sense. I’m still going to be devastated if you go to Azkaban. All that will be different is that we won’t have gotten the time together between now and – hopefully – winning the war. It will have been wasted, and for what? So you can feel like you’re doing the right thing? I think it’s not to protect my feelings."