He remembered wanting to enjoy it at first, because it had been expected of him. His father had wanted it. Now that he had experienced what Hermione had been through and worse, he wondered how he could have ever been so stupid, so thoughtlessly cruel. But that desire to take pleasure in the torture had vanished when Aunt Bellatrix had encouraged Draco to rape Hermione. The way she had implied it, just so casually...like Draco would be pleased by the offer. As though he would thank Aunt Bella and then happily violate the girl he had known at school, in front of his family. He hadn’t been able to understand why Aunt Bella would think he would want to do something like that. Something so vile...something...something Draco knew for a fact that his own father took part in.