"Oh, go to hell Malfoy. Just because I’m not an amoral bastard like –" Weasley cut off as both of them felt an invisible force hit them head on, hurling them through the air. Draco swore, a choked, garbled sound, and tried to twist around, hitting the ground with his maimed arm instead of his face. He heard it snap like brittle, dry kindling, and pain made his head swim. Fuck.