Had he known what sectumsempra did he may have tried harder to dodge it. The guilt for the Gryffindor's fate had marred his judgment and reactions for a brief moment when the curse was able to strike and take effect. Draco heard two wands clatter to the watery floor as his knees followed and then his hands. He tried to hold himself up but slunk onto his back, blood mixed with the water that surrounded him, leaking from huge deep slices that covered his chest and arms. Although the sharp tendrils of discomfort were present, Draco couldn't help but notice that losing this much blood felt more like peace than pain.