Hermione glared daggers at him but chose not to respond. Psychologically he was just as messed up as she was, sleeping with the enemy and loving every minute of it.
For a moment it was erotic and demeaning as usual but then Hermione realized she was a bloody mess AND Draco was already spent. She rocked back on her heels and tiffed, crossing over to the bed and fetching a tissue from the nightstand.
"Enjoy yourself?" she smirked in a tone that suggested he had more than enjoyed it.