"What is it?" Hermione asks, by Blaise’s side in an instant. Draco cuts into the fabric of his robe with his wand and rips it until you can see the curse against Blaise's tanned stomach. It’s hideous, bloody purple and red. It’s a new one, Hermione's seen it a few times in the Hospital ward. Death-Eaters have been using it lately. They don’t have a counter-curse, even though Hermione’s spent hours trying to find one. "Oh," she says. Fatal. She can’t save anyone from this. Draco knows it too, by the tightening of his knuckles against Blaise’s robes.