"Me, then," Draco said sharply, although he didn't know what the hell he could do against a room full of Death Eaters, or if Hermione was still even alive. Fuck. Time was ticking away and every second that passed made her death more certain, and he had never been more fucking scared in his life. "I'm expendable," he got out through numbed lips. The intensity of his fear, of his feelings for her, managed to scare him and he was shaking with it, and his anger.