And Tiptree fell. Dead. Gone. It all had happened in a matter of sparse, short seconds and Hermione could only stare with wide, terrified eyes as Delia toppled to the ground, face slack and eyes empty. Her breath came in great heaving, panicked gasps and she clung to Draco's arm, raging with furious impotence, and she could feel the muscles rippling under his skin as he held himself back from going for his wand.