She makes it exactly twelve steps before the first person grabs her. She thrashes and screams and bites and claws against multiple people, her fists and feet flying, writhing like an eel as people drag her back to Malfoy, who stands motionless, a statue. She stares up at his blood smeared face as hands hold her by her hair and shoulders on her knees before him, her expression horror-struck and raw, and his echoing that. Her eyes plead hopelessly with him.