"That day we made Amortentia in Slughorn’s class;" Draco sighed, dragging his hand across his face, "it was like you had wrapped your hair around my head. But this," He waved his hand back and forth between them, " is different. The reality of you, the woman you have grown into on your side of the war... the way I felt about you when I made you this," He pointed at the library, "Is a pale imitation of how I feel about you now." 