There was a muttered discussion between the Death Eaters, and from what he overheard over Hermione's wounded, shivering cries, they decided in the end that Voldemort would be pleased to have Draco – to make an example of him. Draco crouched there and prayed to a god he didn't believe in, to the fates, to anything that they might get out of this alive, because he knew very fucking well what happened when Voldemort made an example of someone, and he was afraid.