Hermione's heart stopped as Draco back-pedalled at the sound of his name screamed frantic and thin on the night air and ran back to the witch's side. He yanked Pansy to her feet; her hand clamped in his and his wand in his damned teeth where he couldn't bloody use it. Hermione wanted to murder him for that. Pansy wasn't worth Draco risking his life, she thought, and part of her was shocked by the apparent cold-bloodedness of her mind. But it was true and she wouldn't deny it.