Hermione glared and squeezed her wand tightly; pulse pounding from more than just terror, but hurt and fury and bloody irritation. Draco was being a total and utter bastard, she thought to herself as she darted around the corner and caught a Death Eater in the throat with a slashing curse. She hadn’t even been aiming. She stared horrified as the Death Eater clutched at their throat, which was pumping blood in great gouts, and then crumpled to the floor.