"And thank you. That was..." She couldn't finish her awkward, stupid thanks. Thanks for what; taking her virginity and then not wanting anything to do with her? "Thank you," she repeated anyway, and Draco just looked at her with wounded grey eyes, like it hurt him to hear her thank him as if he'd made her a cup of tea, or done her a small favour. But what else could she say? Try not to die tonight? I love you? Go to hell?