Shit. The gas. Shit. It was all she could think at first, the breath knocked right out of her from the impact of Draco knocking her to the ground. She was flat on the ground, cheek to the cold concrete, and her wand had fallen unbroken from Kiam's hand as he'd dived to the side to avoid Ron's spell, and it was right there. Just a metre away – she could see it right there. She was half under Draco and Ron was yelling spells with frantic speed, and then Remus" voice joined Ron's, both screaming spells and the alarms wailing, and someone was sobbing. Hermione scrambled out from under Draco and slapped her hand over her wand, wobbly with overwhelming relief as she closed her hand around it. Swiftly she cast a bubblehead charm on herself – she could hear the hissing of gas over the screams and shouted spells, and clean air was the most important thing – and then spun around, looking for Draco. He was right there behind her, eyes fierce and glazed.