"Merlin, don't do that, Draco. You scared me half to death," she whisper-yelled, pointlessly glaring at the distorted blur in the air beside her that was him. A hand found her shoulder, his wand jabbing into her arm as he gave her shoulder an apologetic squeeze. "And don't jinx things by saying how well they're going," she added, feeling stupid for saying it – Hermione Granger didn't believe in such silly superstitions. They started moving again, through the door and down some stairs, the air growing more chill and damp as they descended.