He wiped the blood from his chin with his forearm and staggered through the library doors. A bolt of orange light whizzed past his ear and he swore and stumbled to one side. Draco’s eyes found the bastard who had cast at him, and he sent a barrage of hexes and curses back. Pain rippled through his leg and up into his torso, but his mind was clear enough to duel, his body running on adrenaline that kept him upright despite his burnt leg. He blocked and cast with sharp precision, his body too injured to be able to indulge in dodging the other’s spells, which left him at a severe disadvantage.