A curse ricocheted toward Draco, and he moved just a second too late. It caught him in the leg, and another spiraled at his chest. Chang was there and pushed him out of the way. The curse caught his side, not his heart. But the blood began to pour out of his wound immediately. He crumpled to the ground, and his head smacked against the concrete. He groaned and gripped his side. Blood pooled around his hand. He felt lightheaded, and his vision spotted. This was bad. 