When this happened, Esme would burst into a fit of laughter, rolling her eyes at his childish actions and the ways he refused to speak to her though he was older. This always ended perfectly for her- as he took her to bed every time. Draco made sure for her to experience each of his thrusts as a punishment. It was a fine line between pain and pleasure. But the pleasure overpowered any pain he bore. He was more careful with her than anyone else in his life.