His customarily well-coiffed white hair kept falling in his eyes and he pushed it back with his free hand, completely heedless of the mud that streaked through the gleaming white tresses that he spent more time on than he would ever care to admit. Though, right at that moment said hair was as soaked with sweat as the rest of him, and despite the chilly air he desperately needed a moment to cool down. Taking the risk to rest his back against the rough bark of a nearby oak, Draco strained his ears to hear any signs of pursuit over his own gasping breath.