He'd wanted so badly to put a finger inside himself that very same name, Potter had made him leave randier than he'd arrived, and the Gryffindor had been completely unrepentant about it. He may have done something to turn Draco's brain into putty and make him follow his every order, but he only had enough strength left in him to rut uselessly against his pillow that night, the friction doing nothing for his limp prick.