"You're not going anywhere without a helping hand, mate," George finished for his twin and Draco gritted his teeth and scowled, eyes pinned to Hermione. She smiled at him, pale blue lips curving up and his heart fucking ached. She was alive and smiling, and that was enough for now, and he smiled back automatically, bubbling over with a ridiculous, exhausted joy. Then the world spun and vertigo hit Draco hard and he wobbled in the twins" arms, suddenly aware again of more than just Hermione. The mud dripping off him, the fierce pain streaking through his upper body, the tightness of his lungs, the dizzy confusion of his mind...