"You know, Draco," she said softly, but firmly, "I am not my family. I care about this. Probably for reasons you could never understand. This kind of life was a given for you. I watched it from the outside, almost being good enough. It was like sitting outside Quality Quidditch, drooling over the latest broom, but knowing you can never have it."
She pushed her hair off of her face, "You know, my mum always told me I could do anything, I could have anything. I think, she'd be ok with this, Draco. She'd want me to have every opportunity I could have. She'd want me in a position where I could have a better life, and someone to take care of me."