"No!" Draco cries the word desperately as he lurches forward toward her, his hand reaching out, horror printed on his pale, blue-light washed features. Without the portkey, Hermione knows he will have to disapparate with her, and once she has a hold on him, Hermione is not letting go and they both know it. She refuses to let him do this to himself. To let him give up, like a coward. He is better than that – he deserves better than that. He turns his furious, horrified gaze on Hermione, lips parting, but she speaks before he can find the words.