She kept walking, keeping her eyes on the white pebbles clashing horribly with her dirty shoes. "I think I love him." Where the words came from she wasn't sure, had she been thinking them already? How long had she been harbouring the idea of love when it came to Draco. He surely did not love her back, not yet anyway. Draco was not the type to profess it too soon, would they ever say the words or just go their whole lives living through actions that spoke for them?