It was easy to give in to the affectionate embrace. The wizard knew how to kiss. Straight down to her toes she felt it. Rarely had she been so turned on by a simple greeting. Almost as if a switch had been flipped in her head, she felt the familiar confusion return. Whenever she was around her old bully, she couldn't think straight. A part of her worried that it was another spell, something that either Draco or Rodolphus cast on her or the wizard in question to make it so she couldn't think clearly in his presence. The more she considered the absurdity of the theory, the more she realized that wasn't it at all. She was simply caught up in the emotion of being around the wizard that represented so much. If the world was different, he could've been hers. Once they were able to get past the loathing and cruelty they both experienced throughout their school years, it was possible that they might have been able to form an actual relationship, something meaningful. Was she simply regretting the possibility of a future that could never be?