Draco’s eyes fell on Hermione instead, and his heart jittered and squeezed. She was alive, and didn’t appear wounded – not severely, at any rate. Relief swamped him as he dragged his eyes from her and threw up a protego against a curse, falling into the familiar rhythm of duelling with yet another of the enemy. The bastard had been fighting Ron Weasley – and Draco could see Weasley’s body lying crumpled on the floor near the wizard. He hoped for Hermione’s sake that Weasley wasn’t dead, and spat a sectumsempra at the wizard.