She felt frustrated in the most sexual way as she tried to seduce Snape of all people. Draco wasn’t even sure the man ate. He laughed at first because it was ridiculous but then the dream began to fade and that frustration seemed ready to burst. He twisted the dream into his control and from there didn’t just sip. He feasted, even though he never wanted to take it that far. And now after he stalked her and made her glower at him to get her into lunch he felt it again. A tense build up of energy as if she had way too much magic and it had no place to go. Part of him was worried that she might turn into an obscurus, though she didn’t hate herself, nor hate magic. Maybe it was just sexual frustration, he doubted Weasley knew much about pleasing women. 