When she finally reached the DMLE, Hermione burst through the doors, magic cracking at the ends of her hair. Several heads turned to look at her, but she only had eyes for one blond wizard. He was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by his colleagues. However, they parted like the Red Sea when Draco started making his way toward her. She met him in the middle leaping into his arms and burying her head in his neck. He was alive. He was well. Whatever had happened didn't hurt him too badly. She nuzzled into his neck, unconcerned with their surroundings. It felt as though they were the only people in the room. All was well until a quiet groan brought her back to reality. She lifted her head and looked at Draco. His face was scrunched up in pain, but his hold on her never wavered. Still, Hermione jumped as if burned.