The music throbbed through the stone walls.

And then, the crack of skin against skin cut through it all.

The girl hit the floor with a wet thud, her hands flying to her face as blood poured between her fingers, staining the emerald carpet.

Murmurs erupted. Heads turned. Someone gasped.

But you were already moving, your fingers locked around Draco's wrist, nails digging into his skin as you pulled him through the crowd, through the bodies that parted like water before you.