At least Malfoy hadn't seemed too disgusted by her salivating over him.  He'd been remarkable, all things considered.   She didn't especially like owing him, and every day this went on she owed him more.  She owed him her life, she owed him her pain-free existence, she owed him this lovely flat and the croissants she had for breakfast every morning.  It seemed she even owed him for covering her failure to register at the Ministry.