But there was also something all-encompassing, and powerful, and  enthralling  about watching her fight her own desire for him. Watching her give in and surrender to her human desires. Desires for  him  specifically. Malfoy was sure the Weasel could never have given her what he could. As sure as he’d known that night when she joined the Death Eaters that Voldemort meant "successor" and not simply "apprentice".