The guilt of finding pleasure with him had faded long, long ago. She had learned to accept that it was one of the very few ways she was allowed to expel her pent-up frustration and tenseness. Ideally, she would never have him (and possibly anyone else) touch her again, but what other choice did she have? It was either find a release with him (albeit temporary) or have it unwillingly and not get anything from it whatsoever. At the very least, at least she couldn't deny that Draco was good at "helping" her in that regard. She supposed the whole ordeal would be more unbearable if he only cared about his pleasure. She supposed it was a sick sort of relief that he actually was considerate about giving her pleasure most of the time.