She collapsed in an unconscious heap and Draco gasped at the pain searing through his side, staggering back toward a wall and pressing his maimed arm’s bracer against the slash in his side. His arm came away wet with blood and he swore and cast a quick minor healing charm, which didn’t seem to help much. The Auror armour didn’t seem that helpful, so far. Draco looked around; the battle was chaos and his wound hurt and he couldn’t see Hermione. Merlin-damnit. Draco staggered out into the thick of the duelling, the world all in lights and blood, screams and shouted curses echoing.