Draco smiled despite himself, and he reached up to tuck her hair back behind her ear, then sighed. She still didn't get it, and he knew that. How could he expect her to. "That isn't all it is, Astoria. That party, before school, it may well be the first time I'd even spoken more than a word to you. But I feel like... I feel like I know you. Not in the way that sappy novels talk about people knowing one another. I mean, you're... familiar. I knew what your skin smelt like, before you'd been close enough for me to touch. I knew what it was like to kiss you, to have you sitting just like this with me. I knew."