Hermione clung to Malfoy for dear life as he Apparated them away, a swirl of darkness depositing them into his study. "Fuck," he hissed as he pushed her away from him, and she turned to find him gripping his forearm, blood seeping through his fingers. The sight of it galvanised her into action, the astonishment that  Draco Malfoy  had saved her life giving away to the more immediate concern of his injury.