Oh god. She wanted to be sick and so she was, all over the expensive carpet. Bent over, with her hands on her knees, every muscle trembling with shock as she retched convulsively. When Hermione was finally done emptying her stomach, she heard a thump and a muffled groan and looked up sharply, just in time to see Draco put his boot into the bound, stupefied man again. It was a nasty kick, hard and sharp in the ribs, making the stupefied wizard moan dazedly. Hermione cringed, spitting on the floor and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.