Had to do something, Molly. That bastard Malfoy's putting his fingers into everything - he'll be managing discipline for Terry and Hermione himself, next.

I'd much rather he direct his energies at me than at them, if I can force it.

Better still, let the arse have an attack of acute coronary distress from all the pressure and the strain of his disappointed lover (or whatever she was to him!) and be confined to bed rest and out of our hair.

Even if it scuppers some of our plans for the imports, I'd rather he be out of the picture where the kids are concerned.