When else might she get the chance to say explore a man like this? Hermione places the paddle on the bed beside her. Draco whines but his arse has taken as much of a beating as she’s willing to give. She doesn’t ultimately care too much about the care. She knows it’s in repairs and it’ll be fixed by the days end. At least the man has enough sense to try to make up for his mistakes almost before she can find out about them. No, this has been about her. She understands now how good power can feel when in her grasp and she knows that Draco handed it to her on a silver platter. She wonders how much else he’ll give her.