Smitten wasn’t the right word. Draco Malfoy had been smitten when they sat down for a coffee in the Wiltshire village on their first outing. That had grown into something stronger. He hadn’t dared name it, particularly when Cormac McLaggen had announced his intentions to pursue Hermione. The pain of having his heart crushed by her choosing the blond Gryffindor or rejecting him regardless would have been too great.