It was you

"After a brief description of this girl, I realized Draco most likely had been in love with her, but wouldn't admit it." Granger said, a slight smile on her lips. If hell wanted to swallow him up, now would be the perfect time. Potter and Weasel turned and looked at him. "Were you?" Potter asked calmly, while the Weasel looked ready to explode. "No!" Draco argued. "I was not in love with her." "Who was she anyway?" Hermione asked. Anytime hell. Weasel looked at her. "It was you."