As gently as he could, Blaise pulled her back from the fireplace, conscious of how frail she felt, and dropped to his knees in front of her. "H-Her- Hermione." He couldn't fight the tremor in his voice, couldn't help but feel his heart break as she screamed his name, still reaching for the fireplace. He felt as though all the air in his body evaporated as he took in her face. Aware, yet not, her eyes were empty, lifeless, yet tears were streaming down her face. She was unnaturally pale, sweat beading her forehead, and her left eyebrow was twitching. There was no recognition in her face, her eyes. No evidence that she saw him, or felt him, at all. She continued to fight his hold, causing him to grip her shoulders and pull her into his chest. "Hermione. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe." Her shaking rattled his teeth, her sobs tore at his soul. He wrapped his arms securely around her, resting his chin atop her head as he continued to make soothing noises.