They were both fighting as they spoke to each other in clipped, angry sentences – Draco taking down a Death Eater with a diffindo and Johns stupefying one and using a sectumsempra on another, but the Death Eaters were everywhere in the chaos and the settling dust. Johns yelled again that they had to go, and Draco knew they were probably going to die if they didn't start for the doors right bloody now. But he wasn't leaving without Hermione. She'd only come on this damned mission because he was going, and there was no way in hell he was going to abandon her now. That wasn't even a possibility. He had to find her. She'd been limping – she couldn't run, and if she was alone then she was screwed, and fear gave his battered body a burst of energy.