Hermione was pleasantly distracted by the building pressure of finding a resolution for the Inferi problem. But thoughts of Malfoy still drifted through her mind. She’d slept with Draco Malfoy. It felt like a dream. But it wasn’t. It was real. And she had stiffness and small bruises from his bites as evidence. It’d been wonderful. Her attentive, hungry, passionate lover had taken up a permanent residence in her mind as she replayed the events from the previous night.