"Come on!" Neville slung Hermione’s arm around his neck and half-dragged her back towards an intact section of wall outside the target house, she casting protegos and stupefies through her pain – missing most of her targets but at least keeping her and Neville somewhat protected. Behind the stone wall again Hermione started dragging down her jeans, Neville pulling out the dittany when he realised what she was doing. Ron’s white face looked over at Hermione – he crouched next to her, popping up to fling curses every few seconds.