The wizard thrashed and kicked and gouged, but Draco held on, and held on, watching through slitted eyes as the wizard’s eyes glazed and slid shut, his struggles ceased. It took less time than he would have thought. Draco kept his hand clamped around the other’s throat even after the wizard was dragged into unconsciousness, taking perverse pleasure in seeing the other’s face turn puce, pressing his forearm hard against the other’s chest. Draco could feel the weakening struggles of the wizard’s heart beating through the thin leather of his bracer, and a mirthless smile spread his split lips. Blood trickled over his chin as the cuts opened.