"If we die for them, Harry, I’m gonna kill you!" Ron yelled, and Hermione fought a delirious giggle as she saw Harry drag Draco onto his broom and she could have kissed him.  Ron grabbed Crabbe and they made for the exit, fast, and once they landed, she tossed the basilisk fang to Harry and he jabbed the basilisk fang into the thrice damned diadem, which emitted a cloud of dark magic, and Ron kicked it through the closing doors and into the inferno just before flashover occurred and the inferno exploded.  They sat there, breathing hard, catching their breath, and then she looked around for Draco and Crabbe – but they had already fled.  He’s alive, she told herself.  You know that much.  He’s alive.