Maybe it was just that she was the only person around. Maybe it was because she was nice to him when everyone else despised him. She spent time with him so that he wouldn’t be alone. But Draco thought it might be more than that. Her intelligence, her kindness, her pretty brown eyes, and undeniably fit body; the way she put up with him when he was being a miserable, snarky prat. Her fucking annoying mannerisms, her incessant cheerfulness when he was feeling miserable, the unwanted compassion in those warm brown eyes, her damned virtuousness; Draco liked all of it. Even the bloody annoying bits.