Crabbe snarled up at him, "It was never a game!" he snapped, reaching for his wand in his pocket but Draco disarmed him with a lazy flick of his wand, "You think you’re so much better than me," he spat, "but we’ll see how much better you are when you’re on your knees begging for mercy from the Dark Lord," with Draco looming ever closer, Crabbe made a pathetic attempt to scramble away, "The Dark Lord wants you dead - my father told me so! But I’ll make sure he kills Potter first, so you have to watch while I -,"