"SHUT UP!!" Draco roared, whipping his wand forwards and sending a ball of purple light hurtling into Crabbe’s face. Crabbe began to choke and splutter as the tongue-tying-curse took hold and stopped his voice in its tracks. Draco paced closer, his fingers trembling with rage, "You’ll never say his name again," he stopped only when he was stood directly above the panicked Crabbe, his wand aimed squarely in-between his eyes. He sneered, and said quietly, "You’ll never lay your eyes on him again -  confringo!" the blasting curse exploded in front of Crabbe’s eyes, bouncing his head off the stone corridor and inspiring a mumbled howl of pain, "Incarcrus," Crabbe’s legs snapped together, and his arms were ripped from his face and pinned to his sides, as enormous thick robes poured from Draco’s wand and wrapped tightly around him. Crabbe let out a pained cry, "Be quiet," Draco doubted Crabbe could see him - he doubted he would be seeing anything ever again. He crouched carefully over him, hopeful that his ears still worked.