"You are. How fascinating. Well, Mr. Malfoy, I sincerely hope you've lived the life you've wanted, as you're about to be dead. Hopefully that bitch will finally learn her fucking place." She was raising her wand again, a curse sure to follow, and was cut off when a dagger, thrown from somewhere behind Draco, buried itself in her right shoulder joint. The woman staggered, falling backwards over a low table.