She found the notebook a few nights into living with Malfoy. At night, she explored their bedroom, hand skimming through her clothes, his clothes. Smelling them. She sniffed their toiletries, hoping to job her memory. Malfoy left his scent in the room. It was masculine, warm, and comforting. On their nightstands, she saw more pictures of them and Crookshanks. It did something complicated to her psyche. Her chest constricted at the unexpected hurt she felt. 