Draco Malfoy, the wizard who didn’t do girlfriends, loved her. She was visiting his mother once a week; he had asked her more than once if she’d wanted to move in together. She had denied it every single time, afraid of moving too fast. Sometimes she caught herself walking on eggshells around conflict out of fear she could be pushing him away or scare him. Hermione was afraid he would change his mind. His behavior this week after everything else Merlin had thrown at her at once; it had intensified the fear tenfold.