It was only a short distance to his wand, but it felt like it took him forever, and Draco wept with desperate relief as his hand closed around it. He rolled onto his back and sat up, ignoring the pain, eyes seeking Hermione and the wizard and finding them still duelling fiercely; Hermione barely holding her own. Draco didn’t bother trying to get to his feet; huddled between the furniture as he was, he was safer from notice and stray curses than swaying unsteadily upright. Pushing his mind past the agony of the half-roasted nerve ending in his leg and the stabbing pains all through his back and neck and up into his skull, Draco aimed the Killing Curse at the other man.