Draco scoffs. "What do you  want  me to say here? You want to be special, Granger, is that it? You want me to praise your pretty little pussy some more, tell you I felt something for you, that we had some undying connection and you’ve made me a changed man?" He shakes his head. "Even if I  did  say that or feel anything of consequence for you, what would it fucking matter?  You’re married, Hermione. No matter what I do or say next, at the end of the night you’re going to crawl back to your tiny dick husband and have mediocre sex for the rest of your life."