"We'll be fine, Hermione," he said firmly, those cold grey eyes fixed hard and serious on her face, and she took a deep breath and nodded sharply, and then checked her wand holster and the straps and laces of her leathers, and the state of her hair, all with fluttering, nervous motions. Draco caught her hand and trapped it in his with the ease of a Seeker's quick reflexes.