They kept a good pace, knowing the shortest way to every part of the house had its advantages when your best friend was screaming for her life in the Drawing room. Theo knew Hermione was stronger now, if she wanted to - she could call her animal self forward and rip her attacker to shreds with her teeth and claws. The screams he could hear, they were real - sure. He had no reason to believe she wasn't in pain however, helpless she was not. Hermione was giving them all time to get back to her, where they could all leave together, just like the plan they had conducted days before. If the person making her scream this way were to die in the process, be burned alive by Draco’s fire or sliced to pieces by a sectumsempra, who was Theo to be judge and jury. They would get what was coming to them, whatever that may look like.