"You liked me for me, and I was a horrible actress because I barely acted. It was me. And you freaking liked me, okay? You liked kissing me or you wouldn’t have done it again and again and again. And I freaking liked kissing you or I wouldn’t have done that again and again and again. And I – I miss you, Draco. I miss spending time with you as we used to, I miss being near you without having to fear getting hexed when I open my mouth, and I don’t get it. I don’t get you. I thought you liked me. And I am still me. So why do you act as if you hate me?" she babbled, fighting for oxygen when her thoughts fell into place.