Her hand trembled against his and Draco had to force himself to look at her.  Where moments before there had been a wary, brilliant war heroine now sat a wide-eyed ingenue who gazed up at him with rapt adoration.   She scooted over closer to him, and let her whole self snuggle against him.   He tried to control his grimace.  This reminded him far too much of the Imperius Curse.  He told himself it was wholly different.  His victims hadn't been fascinated by him, and all she had to do was pull her hand away and wait a few minutes for her head to clear, but it felt eerily similar all the same and he didn't like it.