Draco Malfoy was a curse, slowly spreading from her limbs into her head and all of her vital organs. Infecting her quickly, rapidly multiplying until she exhibited all sorts of painful symptoms. Her heart was regularly skipping beats, her stomach was filled with writhing insects and her brain seemed to go fuzzy every time he stepped in the room. There was no rhyme or reason as to why she was falling for him, but Draco was an ailment that she did not want the cure for. She rather thought she’d let the curse take her. If it wanted her heart, her soul, well; she’d be willing to part with them. 