Before she could answer, a loud crack split the room. Lucius stood quickly, moving to stand between their table and the door as a loud shrieking commenced. Hermione stood to face her tormentor, Bellatrix Lestrange, and her blood went cold. Draco, whether he had more tact than one might have assumed or if he could sense her change through their new magical connection, stepped in front of her quickly, reaching back to lace his fingers between hers while loosely holding his wand, though she could feel his tenseness in his grip on her hand. 