"I do not appreciate threats, Malfoy," Krum warned, getting easily to his feet, in good fighting condition even after tonight’s mission. Draco was at a clear disadvantage. If it came to fists, he was fucked. He was too pissed, too hurt, and too tired. He should just disengage; leave it. Potter’s expression was saying that very thing – to let it go, and not goad Krum.