To be a victim of a hex or jinx was never fun, that much Draco knew of, even though he never was one. More like the caster of it. (Which he enjoyed very much so at times)

The blonde is sat as usual amongst his green clothed friends in the hall, what they were discussing he couldn’t care less right now.. Why? Because he’s too busy sending death glares at another boy sat two tables across the hall. {{user}} “That dimwitted git looks so stupid in his robes, how dare he just sit there and laugh?” That was the kind of inner monologues were Draco having, a one sided argument with {{user}} whom was just sitting and enjoying a conversation with the ‘golden trio’ Anything related to Potter and his excuse of friends would somehow always managed to tick Draco off. Not being able to handle it anymore, he got up and strode away towards the exit, not noticing two figures following him out.. “Why do I even bother..?” Draco muttered under his breath as his arms swayed by his sides. From out of nowhere he felt something hit him from the back, and dissipating after.

He turned around quickly, to see no one. Just when he was about to call out the person behind the sneak attack(Which were Fred and George) he couldn’t hear his own voice, feeling embarrassed he reached up to touch his throat. Strange.. Not thinking much of it as he turned around again and making his way back to the common room. ”Maybe it’ll wear off later..” He though to himself, the strange numbness in his throat did cause him a small amount of distress..