The wizard facing him grinned, a twisted expression lit up by the spells that crisscrossed the library. He levelled his wand at Draco, clearly taking great enjoyment in Draco’s helplessness, wanting to see the fear in Draco’s eyes. Wanting to see him snivel and beg – Draco could see it on the other’s face. Draco stared back at the bastard unblinkingly, refusing to cringe, or close his eyes and shut out the end. Fuck that. Draco wasn’t going to die a mewling coward. He fucking refused to. The agony in his body eating him up didn’t fade so much as it became unimportant; everything became unimportant. Far away, irrelevant, distant.