Draco gritted his teeth and scrambled to his feet. If the world around him was moving at a snail's pace, Draco was moving at double speed. As much as it hurt his heart, for now, he ignored Harry gasping on the floor. Sprinting forward, he stooped down to grab the brim of the sorting hat. Still moving, he thrust a hand deep inside the hat. His heart shuddered in relief and triumph when his fingers closed around something cold and hard. He threw the hat from him, and from within it he withdrew the sword of Gryffindor, silver and sparkling and magnificent above his head.