Hermione had never known Draco to  cuddle,  or desire any sort of post-coital closeness, and the gentle nature, the way he watched her ride him... just further confirmed her suspicions that something was wrong. She didn’t want to have to believe that something was wrong for Draco to treat her nicely, but the  proclivities  he’d mentioned after that day in the tower certainly didn’t include Hermione being in charge while he begged . Gods. She let her mind spiral to consider if someone had polyjuiced themselves as Draco, before deciding that was entirely ridiculous. 