Weasley’s voice continued, sharp and triumphant: "I think it must. Just like it must hurt to lose your hand. How does it feel, Malfoy, to know that for the rest of your life, you’re going to be a useless cripple?" Draco’s pulse quickened and his breath came in small quiet gasps as Weasley taunted him. "The promising young Slytherin arsehole, now a mutilated outcast. Reducing to crawling to your enemies for protection."