Draco snarled and threw himself at the other, hitting the wizard hard and sending them both tumbling to the floor. He straddled the wizard, his burnt leg made of fire that he hissed at but ignored, grabbing a hank of the wizard’s greasy hair in his hand and slamming it to the floor again and again, dazing the filthy bastard. The wizard fought back, gouging Draco’s arms and cheeks with blackened, grime-encrusted fingernails, but Draco didn’t notice. Draco’s hand went to the wizard’s throat as he used all his remaining strength to keep the dazed bastard pinned beneath him. He jammed his hand down against the wizard’s throat, putting his whole weight behind his iron grip, squeezing until his fingers cramped.