"Don't think I can," he muttered. That night's private midnight fantasy session was going to involve some Italian leather, he suspected. Draco tucked that away in his head for considering later.
"Wait, what?" He sat up and twisted to look into her face, his eyes narrowing with anger. "Acair MacFusty dared to lay a hand on you? Well, let me tell you, it's the last time he ever will. As soon as I'm off house arrest, I'll head straight out there and remove his fingers. Then feed them to him! No-one touches you but me."