A sneer crossed Crabbe’s face as he looked between Granger and Draco. "What were you doing with the mudblood, Malfoy?" Crabbe spat out, literally spitting on the floor as if speaking of her had put a dirty taste in his mouth. "I should have known you were weak, just like your father." He continued, puffing his chest up, like he was close to exploding. "Blood-traitor, though? Never would have guessed coming from you, not after everything we’ve been through. But I've seen the way you make eyes at Nott, a mudblood would be the next step, huh? Can’t wait until I tell The Dark Lord that I killed Potter, two blood-traitors, and a mudblood. I’ll be greatly rewarded!" He shouted, and before Draco could react, Fiendfyre shot out the end of his old friend’s wand. A giant basilisk of fire roared to life above them and Draco knew fear as he screamed, reaching for Granger.