Draco didn’t stop to think before he turned and ran through the castle, up staircases with broken bannisters, down corridors he had walked for years. Draco ran through his school like a man possessed. Hermione. He had to get her somewhere safe, he had to get back to her. Draco stumbled, a body. He’d fallen over a body. A familiar bob of black hair registered in his mind. Pansy, it didn’t matter. She didn’t matter now, he hadn’t been able to save her, or the other Slytherins.