Draco’s dick hasn’t gotten hard for another witch in months. Any witch. Anywhere. Not Pansy, not Daphne. Not Astoria, though he could hardly be blamed for that with the silent threat of her sister’s reprisal in the air. None of the others hinting they’d like an invitation to Hogsmeade. Draco’s needed the stress release badly, desperately, but not enough to embarrass himself in front of someone who would talk about it after.