She didn't love Draco. No, even the very thought of that foolish idea made her laugh. Most of the time she could barely stand the sight of the wizard. Their relationship might have progressed to a more intimate level than she ever would have expected in the months since New Year's, but that did not mean her feelings for him were somehow reverting back to those of an adolescent schoolgirl who had yet to learn how the world operated. What they did was foolish and dangerous and exciting. Maybe it was the prospect of her husband catching them that made her so eager to keep hoping he'd show up when she stopped by. Or maybe she liked the idea of the Resistance uncovering what they'd been up to. Danger was exciting. It was half the reason she enjoyed her friendship with Fenrir over the years.