I have one apology to make - to
you.
Draco - your timing, as ever, is flawless. Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. I am at fault for believing any passion of yours less than fierce. For that, if nothing else, I am truly sorry. I'd quote Auden to you, but I fear it would fail to make the desired impression.
The rest of you can fucking sod off. The next Gryffindor to so much as look at me the wrong way will be spending the rest of the week in the hospital wing. This is not an idle threat.