Their circling brought Hermione to the opposite side of the room, Draco, trapped in his iridescent, shimmering cage. She allowed her eyes to flick over to him, before returning to her more pressing problem. His eyes were on the blood dripping from her left arm, though she knew it wasn't serious enough to warrant any real concern. She ignored the feel of his eyes, ignored the press of his palms against the shield, something she felt lightly straining her magic. She couldn't afford to be distracted. Couldn't allow Briar to play on the obvious weakness.