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"It won't last," Draco muttered into Astoria's ear.
"How dare you!" she exclaimed quietly. "That's my sister you're talking about."
"And I'm telling the truth," he responded. "Goyle doesn't love her."
"Well, she doesn't love him, either," Astoria whispered angrily. "But that's beside the point. It's an arranged marriage."
Draco shrugged. "Still won't last. What's that saying? About letting go of people?"
"If you love somebody, let them go. If they come back to you, then they're yours. If they don't, they never were."
"That's the one," he muttered.
"But they're not in love, so it doesn't apply," Astoria snapped. "Daphne will be fine."
"I'm sure she'll be fine," he said. "But she's still going to end up divorced."
Astoria smacked his arm before storming away.