Reaching for Theo, Hermione begged, "Please, Theo—I mean it. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. I swear it!" She tried to crawl to her friend, wanting to comfort him, to be comforted by him. Merlin her heart ached; she’d lost Draco and now Blaise too. It was far too much to bear. Suddenly, she was yanked to her feet with staggering force. Trying to break free of the grasp, she realized Loki was holding her in place, his firm grip an anchor in her sea of emotional onslaught.