"In Godric’s name, Draco!" Lupin’s voice intruded on Draco’s perfect-awful-satisfied moment, and he glared, trying to shake off the hands that yanked at him. But he was weak and the pain was rising in him again like a wild thing, roaring through him from his toes up and making his head swirl. Draco kicked and lashed out blindly as they ripped him off the dead wizard, and as his clawed hand was pried from the wizard’s throat, he spat on the dead man’s face.