Her guilt was threatening to eat her alive. Almost every moment since she left Draco's flat, she'd thought of nothing and no one else. Even as she talked with her husband about their dear friends whose lives were irrevocably changed and possibly ruined because of their association with them, she could only think of how relaxed Draco looked when he was first awake, how his lips felt against hers, how she'd been so tempted to stay. The wizard bewitched her in a way she couldn't recall ever being bewitched. Usually she was the one making her conquests think of nothing else. It was disconcerting to be on the other side.