"Go!" Johns growled at Draco, shoving him and dragging him along, and Draco didn't have much choice but to run – it wouldn't do Hermione much good if he was dead, especially if Longbottom was right and she was with Weasley. Draco trusted Weasley to protect her, he realised with a strange lurch to his stomach, feet stumbling over the rubble on the floor and breath burning in his lungs, head pounding. He knew that Weasley would protect Hermione with his life if need be, and that was something. Something very strange and disturbing, but nevertheless, reassuring in the moment.