o do something but it’s not really

o do something but it’s not really me, he can tell, and he says no for me.”Hermione’s mouth twisted slightly and she looked away. Her cheekbones ached slightly and she felt tempted to cry. “But I don’t know if any of that matters. The way I affect him is—it might even be worse than how he affects me. He’s willing to fold himself into any shape that he thinks will please me and think it’s fine. I actually asked him yesterday if he cared—about me, and he lied and said no; because he thought if he said yes I’d just end things straight off, since he’d been assuming that eventually I’ll move on to some other Alpha. He thought I was just using him until I had a better option because he was imprisonable.”