"Ron!" she screamed, and tried to run towards him, but had to stop dead in her tracks. The brand on her lower back burned. Worse than it had when it had been created. She felt every last shred of free will leaving her body and couldn’t take a single step forward. "Let him go!" she yelled. "Draco, what the  fuck is going on?! Let me go. Let him go. Let him go, Zabini. Don’t hurt him. Please, please don’t hurt him."