Draco is obsessed. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’d started thinking of her as Hermione in his head sometimes, ever since that moment in the hall. It wasn’t intentional, it just happened. The moment he started thinking of her as a woman he desired, and less of an abstract concept, he could no longer think of her as only Granger. He groaned Hermione now when he came, thinking of her eyes and the way her hair fell around her shoulders. Grunting out Granger when he was in a lustful rush, imagining her round arse and slamming into her from behind. He was now having to attend to his own needs at least once a day, an immeasurable increase from the lackluster desire he’d had over the past few years through the end of the war and the aftermath. He’d also taken to watching her more intently, which he realized didn’t take much effort. They already had similar schedules, being one of the few who had returned for their 8th year,  not to mention having more free rein around the castle grounds and Hogsmeade, given that they were 18 now. 