Draco hesitated. He felt tenderness towards her, but knew he didn't love her. He was sure of it because he didn't feel with her the same awe he had felt - and still felt - towards other women. A familiar feeling of inadequacy had always accompanied his most important romantic relationships, but there wasn't with Rose. He felt wrong for her, responsible for her fate, but nothing more. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want to deceive her either, so he kissed her forehead e continued to move slowly.