"I – can make it." She kept running. There were three lefts then a right, and she began lagging behind, Draco falling back to keep pace with her. No one else noticed, too busy focusing on fleeing, and Hermione preferred it that way. If Ron or Harry saw she wasn’t keeping up they would want to try to help her, but they couldn’t afford to right now. Her feet stumbled and she slowed to a jog, tears splashing down her cheeks as each step sent waves of pain through her back.