"Noble fucking Gryffindor," he mumbled through bloodied lips as he reached Weasley, shakily finding the pulse in his throat. It fluttered quick and shallow, and Draco couldn’t deny the relief he felt. Weasley was an annoying, dull prat, but Draco didn’t want him dead. He fumbled out a portkey and shook it out of its cloth into Weasley’s hand, and Weasley’s unconscious body was sucked away. Draco coughed, the muscle spasms racking him with yet more pain as he scrabbled around to face Hermione.