Luna made a sort of whistling noise and the Thestral's began galloping forward across the field of flesh and bone. Draco felt the swoop in his stomach as they took flight, headed up and over the tips of the forest fauna towards the castle lights glowing in the distance. Granger moaned in his arms, he knew she hated flying and he wanted to be able to comfort her but all his energy was currently taken up building walls in his mind to contain all that had transpired over the past hour. Instead, he placed one arm around the front of her shoulders and laced his hands in her hair with his palm against the side of her face. When Dolohov cursed him the comfort from her touch felt better than any healing spells so he clenched his fingers gently in her hair. The burns stung as the strands tangled between them. She groaned with appreciation and gripped his thigh with her blistered grasp.