Draco pushed on his chest with more force before letting go with a shove. The closed doors of the hospital wing loomed to his left and he walked over to them, lent his back against the hardwood and pushed. There was no thought behind his movements as he levitated Hermione into the sterile room and deposited her on the nearest cot. Laying before him on the pristine white sheets she looked worse than he had previously thought. All the skin on her face, neck and hands was blistered and red, peeling back in patches like the folded corner of a book. Pieces of flesh and organs were stuck to her from all the inferi being blown to smithereens and she had several parts of what looked to be brain matter stuck to the bottom of her jeans. Along with cracked lips from the heat of their flames, her eyelashes were burned away and the tips of her bushy brown hair were singed where they lay fanned around her on the pillow. The bandages on her leg were now a deep maroon, the blood-soaked through them completely like red wine on light coloured carpet. Her beaded bag lay around her shoulders still, the beads now multi coloured because the wearer had no mood and no feelings since she was still under Draco’s  stupify . 