And he was. He could barely think about anything else, and the longer he thought about it, the more his resolve wavered. He couldn't keep away from her – if the last three incidents were any example, at least. He couldn't fucking stop himself; the Malfoy self-control going out the bloody window where Hermione was concerned. But maybe Draco should stop himself. Maybe he should try thinking with his head, instead of his heart – or his dick. He reminded himself harshly that he had ended their relationship for a reason. "I'm thinking about it," he said again, just before Lupin waved them all together.