"Aye," says another one, rubbing his hands together and leering. Hermione scrambles back, hand scrabbling for a loose bit of stone she can use as a weapon. Her breath wrenches frantically, edging towards hyperventilation, and with a jolt of realisation, she wonders if her panicked breathing will set off an alert on Malfoy's monitoring spell. Rather than trying to calm herself, she breathes faster and faster, sucking in breaths, trying to balance on the edge between dizzy and actually passing out. Maybe. Maybe if she can get herself close enough to hyperventilation it might work. She doesn't know if he is even around to help her if the monitoring spell alerts him, but she has to try. She's not going to just give up. "Please," she begs again. "Please don't hurt me."