Assigning a label to what was happening between them was a dangerous notion. Life was too unpredictable. Nowhere she went was safe for long. Her husband had already proven he would stop at nothing to bring her back home. If she allowed herself to imagine the possibility that there wasn't an expiration date to her dalliance with Draco, she feared that her inevitable and inescapable disappointment would be too much to bear. She knew it was unwise to get attached, and yet, she felt herself doing it anyway. Perhaps it was a sign that she'd already stayed in his flat too long. Nothing good could come of her remaining much longer.