His wand arm ached. He couldn’t keep going. Even with Longbottom’s numbing charm, Draco wanted to curl up and cry from the pain. He couldn’t fucking do it. Draco’s teeth ground together as he spat curses from between them, and his eyes watered, blurring his vision. It felt like a red-hot poker had been stabbed up into his leg through the heel of his boot, and the sensation was excruciating.