"I surrender. I fucking surrender, you bastards," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt and hatred. They laughed at him, rough and hard and full of malice, and Hermione was sobbing and shaking her head no, staring at him with wounded, horrified firewhiskey eyes. Draco kept his eyes locked on Hermione as he walked towards them all, looked at her and only her, and he realised full well that he had probably just thrown away his life for nothing but he had made the only choice he could live with.