"Because it would be easier. Because I would have a chance of being happy. Instead, it’s..." Her voice trailed off and she quickly looked away. The "you’ that had almost slipped out made her cheeks burn with mortification. Had she truly let her guard down enough to almost confess to Malfoy how he made her feel? That despite the anguish and confusion and conflicting nature of him a small but persistently growing part of her heart had started to belong to him?