"Is that so?" He hissed and Draco forced himself not to close his eyes as Voldemort's breath of decay ghosted across his face. The Dark Lord straightened and looked down to the ground where Potter started to pretend to squirm. Draco watched as the look of hatred morphed across the otherwise featureless expression of the Dark Lord. As his gaze landed on the banged-up shape of Potter, his eyes gleamed with triumph.