A wise choice given that Draco was drenched in dark magic. It came off him in waves. The smell of it—pepper and musk—permeated the air. Hermione felt that steady beat of panic in her but she tried to focus on her training as a healer. Kneeling down next to him, she felt the coolness of the dark magic instantly surround her. She took his hand, checking his wrist for a pulse. As predicted, it was through the roof, drumming against her fingers viciously. His skin was covered in cold sweat.