For all that he had drank the night before, Draco had seemed not to feel a single ill-effect whatsoever. Nor did she. He’d been ravenous when they’d got to bed to the point that on several occasions she had to push him off or away for a moment to allow herself to recover, only for him to immediately dive back in. If her encounter with Nott had been the driving force behind the ferociousness of his actions he’d not indicated but Hermione couldn’t help but suspect it. She was sore everywhere in the most delicious way—but still, she found her thoughts straying back to Martin.