Then he nosedived the broom. Hermione turned around and saw the two wizards, coming closer and closer. Malfoy turned right, weaving through an alleyway, then left. They were going so fast; it was hard to breathe. He was listening to every noise closely, able to hear the unmistaken whoosh from the hexes, and turned the broom accordingly. Windows exploded. Streetlights fell over. But Malfoy and her were still flying. She held the broomstick closely, trapping Malfoy’s sleeves under her hands. She couldn’t lose his jacket that contained the relic.