Draco was mumbling something that she couldn’t distinguish over the ringing in her ears, but tears were falling hard and fast, streaking coal down his face. Hermione had never bothered to imagine what Draco looked like when he was scared, truly terrified, but this was it. His shoulders heaved with every panicked breath, his eyes darting around the room to see if anyone was advancing into the chamber. He reached a trembling hand for her, but Hermione continued to scuttle backwards, pushing more mounds of dust and dirt between them. 