"If I can walk, I can fight." He took a deep breath, shoved his sopping wet hair back, and steeled himself, stepped forward. Fuck. His leg nearly gave way under him, and the pain that shot through him was immense; like walking on red hot iron spikes, drumming in his chest, weakening him, clawing behind his eyeballs like greedy little fingers. Draco swung his head around to shoot Longbottom a dazed stare, quite sure that he looked completely insane, what with the blood running freely down his chin where he had bitten though his lip, his grim, bloodshot eyes and staggering, swaying posture.