"Ilikeyou." She said it quickly, as if getting it out fast would make it easier, like ripping off a plaster. It did seem easier somehow. "I like-like you," she said again and that blissful, silly grin spread over her face again. Hermione felt lighter, the weight of anticipation and uncertainty dissipating. She had told Draco Malfoy that she liked him, and the world hadn’t ended. He laughed, short and quiet, and eyed her with amusement.