Few slaps, indeed. Draco's cheeks were a bloody mess, and his mouth was bleeding from biting his lips to suppress his tears. He hid his face in his scarf and kept walking. His face was empty, but Hus eyes held fear. He felt like he couldn't do anything to change this, just like he couldn't do anything to save the man, just like the expression the man had worn. His eyes were also sunken in resignation.