"What the hell are you doing?" Draco began to ask as he turned to face her. And then he broke off and snapped his mouth shut as Hermione glared at him ferociously, the tip of her wand stabbing roughly into his throat. Her hair was loose and tangled, and her complexion pallid, eyes ringed around with dark circles, her breathing shallow and fast, probably thanks to her injured ribs. She looked terrible, and gorgeously alive. Draco swallowed nervously as her wand arm trembled; something about her expression unnerved him.