As she waited for the tea to finish brewing, she thought back over the confession he made when they were finished making up from their second disagreeable row in two days. Draco fancied himself falling in love with her. She couldn't lie, even to herself, that the fantasy of giving herself permission to reciprocate his feelings was intoxicating. Her feelings about the man in that moment were nothing like they'd been only months earlier. When she was alone with him, she could dream up a world where they were safe and free to be together. That future was bright.