Hermione swallowed, watching his blown-out pupils slowly constrict and focus once again on her. He was quick; impossibly quicker than one would expect of a starved, bedraggled, deranged man. Her hand thrust out, encasing him in a fistful of snow as she struggled to her knees and to her feet. A weight tugged her back down into the depth of white, bringing her to the mercy of Draco's timed rescue; should that still be the case for her.