"What I want from you is primitive." She wore muggle knickers and a matching bra that pushed her breasts into a pleasing vision. They were threadbare, showing her poverty, and Draco wanted to rip them away and put her in expensive fabrics. Obeying his impulse, he licked a line down her neck, enjoying the salty taste on his tongue, and she shivered against him. "A single night, Granger. If you participate the way I want, I’ll pay you an extra two thousand."