She fell behind the others and Draco noticed – like she had hoped he wouldn't – and snarled, snatching her unwounded arm, all cold hard lines and no pity left in him, even for her. He was in that place he went, that place that made Hermione not recognise him in the slightest, that made her stomach flip with half-frightened want instead of the usual welcome hot swirls. He scared her and made her feel safe at the same time, when he was like this. He stared at her hurt arm and the muscles in his jaw twitched and bunched.