The Death Eaters" exchanged hexes and stunners with Draco for a few moments while Hermione watched helplessly, her hands balled up into fists, swaying unbalanced on one foot. There was no way he could get to her; there was no way he could save her and now the Death Eaters had slammed the doors shut with repulsos, and he was all but trapped in here with her. What the hell was he doing? He had always laughed at what he called Gryffindor nobility, their drive to achieve martyrdom – he had always said that Slytherins were smarter than that, so what the fuck was he doing right now? She couldn't breathe and her body hurt and her heart was sick, sicksicksick. She didn't want him to die for her. The idiot, the utter stupid prat. Why did he have to pick now to decide to emulate Ron and Harry's foolhardy impulsiveness?