"We’ll take her from here, mate," they said in unison, and Draco released his death grip on Hermione’s arm, his reluctance to let go obvious. His face was tense and his grey eyes roamed over her, like he was looking for reassurance that she would be okay. Maybe he was being too obvious; Hermione thought – but at this point she didn’t really care who knew about either of their feelings, if indeed the twins noticed. They might all be dead within fifteen minutes anyway.