"Hermione!" Draco grabbed Weasley by the arm. "Was she with you?" But he already knew the fucking answer even as he asked the question, because the person hanging onto Weasley was Truffle, not Hermione, and although Draco could see how Longbottom could have gotten the two confused in the chaos of battle, he could have killed Longbottom right then. He dragged himself out of the red of rage and fear to register that Weasley was snapping questions at him and generally devolving into useless panic.