Draco’s legs were stiff, they ached and protested at every movement. His back creaked and when he looked down—his thighs and stomach were spattered with bite marks and deep scratches, all in different stages of healing. He assumed his back was in a similar state. Wrapping the blanket around himself, he turned to the Dark Lord and attempted a bow. He immediately fell to the floor, throwing an arm out just in time to catch himself. He let out a low grunt and forced himself to stand again. 