Draco groaned softly and grunted to rise, coughing hard and nearly falling down as he rose and staggered along slowly; weaving from side to side as he made his way to the Gate and lifted it easily over his head and jammed a sword into the side to keep it up for now, coughing again before tipping over and rolling down the stairs like a rag doll as the injuries were slightly worse then they appeared but some were his own as well.