"Mm." The real answer to the taunting posturing was Draco's wand coming up between them and touching Jackson's side, and the gentlest Stupefy Draco could manage, as he was already reaching out with the other arm to catch him if he crumpled at the knees the way he was meant to.

It wasn't Jackson's fault, he could see that clearly now, but he didn't like the cruel look that was twisting Jackson's face, or the tone in his-not-his voice. This was possession, it must be, and the easiest way to cure a simple possession was to remove the object from the realm of influence: knock him out.