Once she had a fear that Draco was able to mess with her mind the way his uncle could. Maybe that would explain why she felt so fuzzyheaded around him or why when she was making love to her husband thoughts of the pale haired wizard and all of the debauched acts they'd committed over the previous year seeped into her mind. But, no, she knew better. He was a manipulative arsehole without a doubt. One who fought for himself and had his own nefarious agenda. That didn't mean that he was fucking with her mind using magic. No, it was different. He was fucking up her mind with an emotion that she tried never to allow herself to feel.