He couldn’t see as mingled blood and water ran into his eyes, and the half-blindness distracted him just long enough for an expelliarmus to wrench his wand from his hand and send it flying across the floor. Draco watched in horror as it rolled to a halt under an end table – too far away for him to reach it in time. He flexed his empty hand; it felt alien without his wand clutched tightly in it. Alien and useless. Draco stared down at his hand and then up at his sneering enemy, and it dawned on him that he was going to die.