"Look at me. Bloody look at me, Malfoy!" Weasley ordered and Draco kept his eyes shut, face toward the ground. So he didn’t see it coming. Didn’t see Weasley stow his wand in his pocket and reach out and grab Malfoy’s right arm with one hand, yank it away from his body before he could react. Draco opened his eyes then and struggled, but he was weak after all he had been through, and Weasley wasn’t. Weasley held Draco’s arm in an iron grip and clamped his other hand over Draco’s stump with a look of utter revulsion. Squeezed, and Draco couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping as pain blossomed like fire in his stump, radiating up the nerves of his arm, right through to his shoulder, his chest.