He'd known, of course, that she had been holding herself back from him. Knew that she was harboring, at minimum, affectionate feelings for her old love, regardless of the fact that she'd left him behind. She'd told him from the start, from the moment she had woken up in his bed after that first night, that sex was all she had to offer. She had insisted that it wouldn't ever happen again though, as it turned out, it would happen again. A lot. She never woke up beside him again, though. It still stung, seeing Draco get what he himself desperately wanted. A look, a feeling. An emotion. It angered him, lit up something deep and dark inside him that Draco got that when he didn't. Particularly considering the fact that Draco was fucking engaged, whether or not it was blindly obvious that the man still felt something for Hermione, he was promised to another. Had made promises to another.