Hermione laid there, breathing shallow, eyes closed. Dimly, she heard someone screaming her name, a voice she knew, panicked and urgent. She felt a harsh strain on her magic before belatedly realizing she was somehow still maintaining a shield. With a weary, bone deep sigh, she let the magic go and within seconds the crushing weight on top of her was shoved away. Cool, clammy hands were on her cheeks and a pair of beautiful, wide silver eyes were looking into hers.