Draco could have felt mortified about visiting Hermione, however the fact was as soon as she began to slip out of the dream he couldn't stop himself. He had to twist the dream as there was something that felt as though it would taste fantastic about her. So he played a part in her professor roleplay loving every moment of it as he drew energy off her. It seemed boundless, like she wouldn't ever be drained to the dregs like his ancestor had done. Something like an incubus, something like a vampire. Maybe both, but he was certainly a demon. 