Shit. Where was Draco’s wand? Oh fuck, he didn’t have it. His eyes searched the ground frantically, and then he saw it, scrambling to grab it just as Amycus snarled the Cruciatus. Weasley screamed and Draco’s head whipped around at the sound, pausing in grabbing for his wand. Weasley was spasming and twitching under Amycus, and the filthy fucker was rubbing himself on Weasley as the redhead convulsed and screamed, and Draco could see Amycus’ grin from here.