Draco watched in horror and the seconds stretched out indeterminably as he watched her fly back. Like an oversized rag doll, arms and legs flailing, and then she struck a bookcase with a sickening, meaty thud that Draco could hear even over the remnants of the fighting. His stomach wrenched and his breath stopped in his lungs. Hermione fell to the ground, all limp arms and legs, and her forehead hit the carpeted floor hard and bounced once. Oh no. No. Not Hermione. Please, Merlin, no.