"Hurry up, hurry up," Hermione whispered, fists clenched, a repulso on the tip of her tongue, just waiting for Draco and Pansy to clear the lawn. They were right in the bloody way from Hermione's angle, although the Order members who were further to either side of Hermione had already started flinging hexes and curses. The "wolves, led by Greyback, were pouring out of the hole where the front door used to be and across the lawn, and Greyback was howling and snarling, the twisted half-animal sound sending shivers down Hermione's spine. Draco was pulling Pansy along behind him, the witch only managing a stumbling half-run. Draco kept glancing back over his shoulder at the witch, wand still clenched in his teeth, and Hermione could hear him yelling something inaudible at Pansy over Greyback's howls.