She was never good in saying 'I love you'. She swears it by the name of Dumbledore. Whenever she tries to tell him the magic sentence, it always seems stuck on her throat. She would suddenly flush a bright shade of red and look away.
This time it would be different.
She mustered up all her courage and walked up to him. He turned his head to face her, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. She felt a familiar heat coming to her cheeks, but she was determined to fight it this time.
She looked at him.
'I love you, Draco.'