It had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. And if she could admit it to herself, the worst. Even the driest, dullest, most cursory nights with Ron couldn’t compare to that. Was it good enough for Draco? Had he really done the same to Harry? She found it hard to imagine him, so tall and strong and brave, lying there like a doll and letting Draco spit on him. And yet the idea of them making love together seemed more inconceivable than the kind of act of suffering she had just endured. That at least seemed accustomed to Harry.