Thinking about Draco in terms of being "her wizard" wasn't a comfortable thought for the distracted witch. As much as she had enjoyed all of the physical experiences they'd had since their first drunken kiss on his sofa that led to so much more, she was still struggling to wrap her head around it all. Never would she have believed that a day would come when she would willingly and happily climb into Draco Malfoy's bed. It was inconceivable only a few short weeks earlier. When they were students together, her goal was usually to avoid him as much as possible. Hermione grew to loathe when their paths crossed. Later, when they were both adults and involved in the inner workings of their Dark Lord's rise to ultimate power, she wanted nothing to do with the man from the disgraced family. Not only had she not forgiven him for the pain he caused at Hogwarts, she didn't want to associate with someone who was only a tiny, baby step above being considered a traitor to the regime. Her position within the ranks was tenuous to begin with. Any hint that she was willing to strike up a friendship or even an association with a Malfoy was enough to put her position in jeopardy.