Her knees buckled again and George, having received the signal from his Master, caught her with his arms and supported her to stand upright. Hermione held onto him, praying that it was all a nightmare, that it was actually a stranger and not her old friend. She felt his erection and knew that was why Draco had wanted her to hug him but didn't care. His arms wrapped around her loosely, comforting but awkwardly aware of the presence of her husband and his Master.