"Of course," the goblin replied, inclining his head slightly. No trace of the confusion common to a botched Imperius, just friendly obedience, and Hermione wondered if Draco practiced before he imperioed Madame Rosemerta, and if so, how. She kept her hand clamped over the wound in her arm as she, Draco, Harry, Ron, Neville, and Mr Weasley hurried towards the archway that led to the tracks with Kingsley, the others remaining behind to hold the doors. Her blood spattered weakly on the floor every few steps and she swore and fumbled out her vial of dittany as they hurried along, dripping it on her arm.