Hermione, he thought and a pang of regret seized him. The last words he had said to her had been in anger. It would have been nice to die with her knowing that he still loved her – fuck, loved her so much it hurt. And then a jet of blue light flashed into his field of vision, toward the wizard who was just beginning his wand flick. The wizard spun away from Draco and dissipated the hex aimed at himself just in the nick of time, and within the same heartbeat, sent another light jetting back, toward...