"Let's go, then," she gritted out, disillusioning herself, and Weasley followed suit a moment later. Draco caught Hermione's eyes and for a second they just stared at each other, and he wanted to stumble to her and kiss her, just once more, in case... But then she smiled faintly at him, trying to be reassuring and it didn't work because she looked like a walking corpse, and her lips were blue and her eyes deep hollows and dazed, and her hair was matted with blood where she'd been grazed by a bullet, and she could barely stay on her damned feet, let alone keep Weasley upright too...