The spell he'd cast wasn’t going to protect her from cursed objects. Whatever was carved into that beautiful olive skin would be there forever. "Draco! Go get the Goblin," Bellatrix yelled, snapping him out of his trance. A panicked look at his mother and she motioned toward the door and pulled her wand out of her sleeve. A flick of her wrist showed that she was now holding the spell to keep Hermione as safe as they could in these horrific circumstances. Never had he been more thankful for the foresight to teach it to her than he had at this moment. 