"Don't know. Guess we'll find out if it's fatal or not soon enough though," Truffle said with black humour, and Draco snorted weak laughter and winced as pain rippled through him. And then the soldier he'd shot groaned weakly and scrabbled at the floor. Hermione shrank inside – she knew what was coming and she didn't want to have to see it. But Draco limped over to the man and pointed his newly acquired pistol down at...