Esme didn't even understand why she kept waiting for him when she was with Scorpius. But she did, and in the deepest part of her brain, she hid the truth of what she was beginning to feel. Mr.Malfoy made her feel like no other. His touch, sparking her body, lighting her up in flames. He added fire to her dying flames - But as she grew accustomed to no one being around, not even Mr.Malfoy, her flame diminished. She had nothing to offer.