He'd never seen a gun before – he'd seen mention of them in the fictional Muggle books of Hermione's that he'd read so he'd known basically how they were supposed to work, and what they were supposed to do, but that hadn't prepared him for the brutal reality of them. They were vicious, primitive weapons, guns, and horrifically efficient as Draco could feel very clearly himself, his wounds sending bolts of agony radiating through him. No magical talent needed – obviously – Draco thought, as Hermione undid the locking charms on the door and they all backed off as they'd agreed to, to let the soldiers come bursting in. Just point and pull the trigger, and bam.