"Yeah, absolutely," Draco swallowed hard and tried to smile charmingly around his inelegant panting, "I’ve got enough gold to swim in. I could fill your entire vault? Enough galleons that you’d never have to lift a finger again? Perhaps enough to buy yourself every book you’ve ever even heard of?" His breath hitched when she rolled her eyes, "Or- Or, what about a donation? Whatever charity you want, I’ll finance it for a year-"The sweat on his back chilled and made him shudder just as much as the unimpressed purse of her lips, "A decade, even!"