Draco's POV:

*Journal Entry:*

'Many things have happened in the past week.

Too many things, all of them...unpleasant.

We found out who gave Hermione the potion, she went on a date with him, I found out she had been lying to me all this time.

To be quite frank, I feel like a fool for allowing myself to fall for her.

Then again, how could I not?

Her perfect smile, her melodious laugh, her perfect personality, everything was amazing. Everything about her was loveable, from her biting her lip when she was nervous or if she was thinking hard, to her randomly snorting at something that wasn't funny. Every little touch we shared left me tingling, wishing for more.

She was the only girl to ever make me swoon and she knew it.

I realized that I loved her too late, however, she had revealed a huge secret.

She is literally a bloody half fish transforming person.

I'm not sure how I could be so stupid as to not notice it. The signs are quite obvious, even if the family was cursed.

They had to take a potion every single day, how could I not notice that?

That's why she was always so worried around water, she didn't want her secrets spilling.

I wonder if she had told my parents, or Molly and Arthur? Who knows about it? Clearly the girls knew, they all looked calm as she mentioned it.

I brought back her parents, and this is how she repays me? Wait, why didn't they think it was important to at least tell her two best friends, Harry and Ron, like...ever?

I loved her, but I have to let myself lose her to fully forgive her. Things like this take time, but I'm conflicted.

I've tried to explain this to everybody else, but all they do is snap about how I'm 'breaking her heart', but have they forgotten about me?

She's broken my heart too, and an already broken heart needs mending.

She's the only person who can break my heart this much, nothing else has ever felt like such a deep pain.

But I acknowledge the fact that I have to go back to her. Afterall, she's the only person who can fix me, the only person who can fill the holes in my heart.

I'm sure of it.'

I huff and shake my tired wrist which was aching from the quick writing I was doing.

I look up and start trying to count the number of paint strokes I see on the ceiling, even if it was dark and it would take ages, I still wanted to try.

I shift uncomfortably on my makeshift bed on the floor of the common room feeling colder than ever.

Even when I hadn't been next to Hermione while I was sleeping, just knowing that she was there was enough.

But now?

I feel conflicted.

I know that I loved Hermione with all my heart, but this was serious. She had kept a huge secret from me for months, how could I ever trust her again?

She was always there for me and saw right through my cool , uncaring facade, instead seeing the 'kind-hearted' person she said I was able to be.

Am I making a mistake? I ask myself, pondering the situation carefully, giving attention to each and every delicate detail.

No, she shouldn't have done that. I shake my head and shift around once more, allowing my thoughts to lull me gently to sleep. Everything will be fine...at least...hopefully....
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*Date: February 11th*

Hermione's POV:

It had been a week since everything happened.

A week since Draco had confessed his love for me and simply left. Without a second thought, he slammed the door shut.

I honestly felt like he had filed for a divorce.

But why?

He said he had loved me, and if he had truly loved me, wouldn't he have stayed to listen to me? To hear me out? To let me explain?

To say I was conflicted was greatly sugar coating the whole horrible situation.

I had no idea what I felt anymore.

My emotions became extremely muddled, almost like my brain they were befuddled. (Oh dear, I should become a poet, that rhymed! Snap out of it, Hermione!)

It's true Draco had said he loved me, but I never remembered him telling me that before. Maybe he was just bluffing to make the situation sound a lot worse?

It's possible.

I'm still hoping that he asks me to the Valentine's day ball, I mean, it has always been my dream to be invited to it with somebody I truly-

-love.

With somebody I truly love.

Did I love Draco?

I thought I had, at least, before the potion that is.

I thought I had fallen for him. I vaguely remember feeling a spark when we kissed, feeling unstoppable when we touched, or even feeling on top of the world when he so much as looked at me.

Now?

Well I don't even think I can for a coherent sentence longer than three words.

I love you.

Was that the sentence I was thinking about?

Deciding to test my theory, I stutter, "I-i-lo-lo-V-v-E-"

I huff, annoyed at myself for not even being able to say eight letters.

"I hate you!" I blurt randomly to the air. I furrow my brows in confusion.

So I can't say 'I love you' huh?

Pathetic...A voice echoes in my mind. It was a small voice, nothing special about it. It simply existed in my brain, dragging me down.

How long had it been there?

Presumably a pretty darn long time. It felt like I have known the voice for a while...like I knew it on a personal level.

Hmmmmm....perhaps it's somebody I know? I riddle silently to myself.

Ah, who am I kidding. I'm tired.

I let myself drift to sleep, slowly pondering everything that had happened within the past...well...within the past period of time.
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"Wake up, Hermione!" A high-pitched voice complains.

I shoot up, startled, and yelp as my forehead meets that of another.

"Ow!" The voice exclaims, jumping backwards.

"Shut up!" I whine, clutching my aching forehead in my warm, delicate hand.

"Come onnnn!" The voice urges. I finally look up to see Harry attempting to drag me out of bed.

"Harry!" I screech, jumping away from him and covering my chest.

Harry snorts. "It's not like I haven't seen you braless with a shirt on before," He chides, motioning for me to get up.

I sigh and hesitantly allow him to pull me towards a tub full of steaming hot water. "I guess," I admit, looking over at one of the large mirrors located on the right side wall.

I look around for my potion vials until I see them in Harry's hand. Harry carefully and calmly places them behind him, on a shelf that he knew I wouldn't be able to reach.

"Harry," I warn, taking a (hopefully) threatening step towards him.

"I just want to see something," Harry explains, moving closer to me, hands raised above his head as if he were surrendering.

"See what?" I growl, fully knowing what he wanted to see.

Harry pauses for a moment so I let my guard down. I relax my shoulder a bit until I realize my mistake.

Harry lifts me onto his shoulders, piercing my sides with his rough hands. I squirm and wiggle, trying to get out of his grasp, but he wins. He easily tosses me into the tub and watches (looking rather entertained, might I add) as I grow a tail.

Harry just nods and mutters, "I see."

I huff and send water splashing at him. "Great, good thing your glasses work!"