"Liesss." He mocks her earlier statement. "Poor little Granger, trying to coerce me into fucking the Malfoy  spare  into you. Nice try. I’ll admit, you’re a fantastic shag." He runs his hand up the inside of her thigh. His fingertips brush her outer lips, and he fights the substantial urge to bury himself back inside—his erection in no way flagging, even after reaching a very satisfying climax. "I’m many things, Madam Minister, but stupid isn’t one of them. Did you think I’d fall for this pathetic scheme?"