Draco smiled. Sure, her tone was a little wooden, and he could see the insincerity in her eyes, but he didn’t mind that at all. She was a quick learner in most things except for this union. He didn’t care if it took her eight more years to truly drop her walls, along with the remnants of her bitterness. So long as she played her part and remembered her place, he would be content.  Today was a good start. She had behaved well--really well--and that demanded a reward, didn't it?