"Finished," Draco announced, stepping over to her and crouching in front of her chair, waiting until she met his eyes with her own. He assessed her for a long, silent minute before nodding to himself, and reached for her. When she'd gotten to her feet and found her balance, they headed for the office door. Before passing through, Hermione stopped and carefully plucked a dagger that had been tossed (she didn't know if it had been her or Briar, as the number of blades that had gone flying across the room at any given point was borderline ridiculous) and embedded in the wooden office door. She gripped it tightly in her hand, angling the blade down and away from her body. Just in case. The walk down the tight spiraling staircase was a chore, made more difficult by Hermione's shaky legs and Draco's insistence on keeping an arm wrapped as tightly around her middle as she could stand. Several turns of the staircase later, and they happened across the body of the girl she'd stabbed on her frantic run up those same steps a short time before.