He only pressed the blade tighter to her throat at her wriggling, using muscles that burned as he fought her, swallowing thickly. He didn't want to kill anyone, but if it was either her or himself-

"I don't care about your pockets or your weapons. This is my area," he hissed, "And my food." Though not the bread, but he planned on claiming that as soon as he got the chance.

Draco swallowed a soft grunt of pain when she stamped back on his foot, suddenly using his height against her, lifting her up before she could do any more damage. Pain was swimming before his eyes, almost visible in the form of stars and little dancing dots. His hand trembled, the sharp blade drawing a thin line of blood from her.