"Malfoy?" she asks, feeling small and unsure, nausea sharp in her gut again. It's stupidly hard to think. Panic starts clawing at her insides, and the look she shoots Malfoy is pleading, but he doesn't go to her. He gives her a wild-eyed look, and tells her to get down, to do as they say, but Hermione is frozen. He swears as flashes of light indicate more people apparating in, and she stands there, unmoving.