His eyes flicked momentarily away from Harry to the Dark Lord, who had collapsed to the floor in the same moment as Harry had, but he disregarded him. Harry was more important. Draco stared and stared at him, from his glassy eyes to his chest... his chest that wasn’t moving, and Draco understood abruptly why blood wasn’t pouring from the enormous wound in his neck. His heart wasn’t beating.  His heart wasn’t beating. Harry was dead.