Hermione clung to Jinx Truffle's arm as the world swirled and her stomach lurched and she tried not to vomit everywhere. The cold hit her like a wall, the wind whistling viciously, leaching the warmth from her body instantly, and Hermione struggled to remember the warming charm for a moment, hauling her wand out of its holster and waving it, mumbling the words under her breath. She stared around her, muscles relaxing as the warm seeped through her, stomach still churning horribly, eyes sweeping over Jinx and landing on Draco, who smiled tightly at her, wand in hand and looking as nauseated as she felt.