Draco laid on the bed in a decadent pose. It felt good to be there; like a king. Granger had given him everything he’d wanted and more. He claimed her arse, obviously something that no one had ever done before. No matter what happened she would always remember this and so would he.
“I must say,” Draco began in a smug tone, “I didn’t you had it in you, Granger. That was dirty.” He chuckled, obviously pleased with himself. “And you seemed to like it too. That’s why this works, Granger, we have an understanding about this.” Draco chose not to elaborate.
In the afterglow, he was able to bury his complicated feelings for the Mudblood. Good, this could work. When would they see each other next? Granger, despite all her other failings, was a great shag. She was way better than Pansy, that was for sure…