Deep down, Hermione knew she was being harsh on him. Her rational brain knew that Draco couldn’t have faked everything between them, not the softness in his touch that was mirrored in his eyes when he looked at her. Not the way he whispered his love to her into the skin at the base of her neck, or the way he helped her feel it whenever their bodies came together. But logic was long forgotten at this point, and instead Hermione convinced herself that it had only been infatuation for him. She had transferred the heady depth of her emotions onto him, when they’d never existed in reciprocity. Logically, she couldn’t blame him for her own tragic downfall; emotionally, she never wanted to see his conniving face again. Logically, this relationship was one for her to grow from; emotionally, no one could ever love her the way he did again. Logically, she missed him for everything he brought to her life; emotionally, she just missed him. Logically, she had made a mess; emotionally, she was a mess.