Hermione scrambled to her hands and knees, tears streaming down her face as she knelt beside Draco's head, out of Lupin's way as he tried to stem the bleeding. Hermione's blood-gloved hand went to Draco's face, leaving stark crimson smears over his pale cheek. So pale – a deathly white, and clammy and cold beneath her hot, sticky fingers as she stroked his cheek and forehead, like she was trying to memorise him. He stared up at her, eyes glazed and unfocused on her face as she hovered over him beside Lupin.