"Theo, Draco, Blaise, Harry and... Ron," Pansy whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. Her hands were clamped tightly in front of her, the knuckles white. Everything in Hermione cooled all at once as she started forming a rapid-fire plan. If her magic was back, one of them was injured, and if one of them was injured that meant there was now a fight, likely to the death, occurring at the Domina headquarters. She needed to get there, quickly.