Hermione knew, however, that true obsession wasn’t something you could simply turn on and off—it was all consuming. Draco’s every word and every breath affected her like nothing else. He didn’t know it, of course, but just a hint of his scent, or the sound of his laugh, could set her heart on fire. He was her raison d’etre, and she would never allow something as banal as Quidditch to distract her from him.