Ecstasy and torture. Heaven and hell. Euphoria and agony. But she didn’t want to voice her thoughts. It had been her decision to take the Draught after all. And despite the torment, she managed a weak smile. It would all be over soon and they would be going home. Together. No matter what sick plan Draco and Zabini had in mind. It couldn’t be so bad that she would possibly consider leaving him. Yes, it would be over. And they could enjoy a fresh start. That was the good thing about life, no matter the amount of baggage and pain, one could always try again. And pretend everything was all right until it became all right. Or at least, these were the thoughts that got her off the floor. The lies she told herself. 