"Do you fucking understand me, mate?" The last word dripped with contempt, and Ron’s hand closed over Draco’s stump, gripped it hard again. Draco’s body tensed and he hissed quietly at the agony but refused to make a sound like he had before. He knew what Weasley wanted, and so he gave it to him; he nodded obediently, like a pitiful puppet, unable to speak because of the pain.