Hermione, who either heard Draco's whispered plea or was cognizant enough to recognize the arrival of someone via Floo, froze in Blaise's arms. He pushed her gently back, looking into her face again. Her eyes were a little more aware and she was heaving in great lungfuls of air, her entire body shaking so violently her teeth chattered. Her features were still nearly slack, but she finally seemed to register Blaise's presence, as she reached out to grip his face in between her blazing hot hands. "Bl- Blaise. Oh God. Oh God." She seemed to bear down on whatever internal struggle she was experiencing before continuing. "Not safe. You're not - not safe. Hide. You - you have to hide them, hide him. Please. You have to - they're coming." Her voice was haunted, hoarse, and caused a sinister shiver to shoot down his spine.