The sound of Bellatrix's body hitting the ground was muffled by the thick carpet, but Hermione felt it in her bones as she heaved deep, gasping breaths. She immediately fell to her knees at Draco’s side, her hands fluttering over his face, neck, and chest as she checked him for injuries. "Draco, you idiot," she hissed as he gulped for air, his body wracked with tiny tremors as he shook off the remnants of the Cruciatus. "You have a concussion, you’ve probably given yourself a haemorrhage." She raised her wand to cast another diagnostic charm, but he grabbed her wrist, forcing her to look him in the eye. 