"Draco," She managed, untangling herself from the fetal position she’d been in and moving to stand. Draco felt a growl snake up from his chest when he saw the chains around her wrists and raised his wand before he could even process what he was doing. Hermione knew, and her arms came out for ease of access, the shackles turning to dust under Draco’s skilled aim. Rubbing the red skin, she wobbled over to him, collapsing into his arms the second he took the one large step to close the space between them. "I knew you’d find me."