"Distinguendum!" Draco flew back and Ron was shoved across the floor in the opposite direction, a shimmering shield separating them. Draco stood panting, his hand a clenched fist and a streak of blood in his hair, more of the viscous darkest red smearing the lower half of his face so that he looked like some sort of demon, or cannibal. His chest rose and fell hard as he panted for air, and his eyes flicked to Hermione’s, grey and hard and possessive. She ripped her eyes away and the air snapped.