She had met Draco in a bar, her bar. They drank and talked and danced and had fun. She hadn’t wanted it to end. Malfoy had a panic attack and she was there with him talking him through it. She had taken him to her grandparents house, they drank and talked some more and grew comfortable as if they had been best friends for years. They danced some more, and they made love. Well, maybe not love, but it wasn’t just fucking - even she knew that much, there was more to it than that. They had formed a bond, thankfully not a magical bond because that would be too messy to think about, but she felt their rivalry had ended. She hadn’t forgiven his past but she felt like she understood him, she was happy to draw a line and start afresh.