Was that true, she wondered. Had Draco been different for a long time? Had she been so wrapped up in her own vision of the future, that she'd completely missed Draco taking another road? Sure, they hadn't been ask close the past couple of years, but that was hardly their fault. Draco had been under pressure from, well, everyone, and she'd had her own battles to fight. Had she been completely wrong in thinking that once everything was done, one way or the other, they'd just pick back up where they'd left off?
Trust Greg to boil everything down to the simplest form. "Yes. It does. It really, really sucks." It was a rather common phrase, but in this instance it encapsulated everything she wanted to say but didn't have the energy for. "I feel like a fool. Did everyone know that I was deluding myself with my plans?" Sometimes those plans had been the only thing to get her through the day; she wasn't sure what to do now that they were dead at her feet. "Was everyone laughing at me behind my back?"
The idea that the rest of their friends knew that Draco didn't want her, and had just been...been...humoring her, did not sit well. But no, Millicent had seemed just as surprised in the journals, and she was sure if she told Gwen and Daphne they'd be equally shocked. It was all Potter's fault.
She was so wrapped up in thought, that she didn't realize she'd said that last bit out loud.