He could feel himself about to cave but some of what Oliver Wood had told him filled his mind. He couldn’t win here. Playing Mr. Nice Guy wasn’t getting him any damn where and he was tired of it. He deserved more than being some security blanket. That was how he saw himself.
“Don’t - ” he said pushing her away and moving up the street. “-Just leave me alone.”
He didn’t hate her but he would if he allowed this to continue. He was preventing hard feelings and ill will. That was his general plan. He was going to have a backbone for a change.