"We can’t stop. Have to wait. Maybe passage," he jerked out, and then: "You can make it?" Their eyes met for a moment; soot was creased in the lines of worry and tension surrounding Draco’s eyes, and his mouth was a flat line, nostrils flaring as he breathed hard. He was afraid for her. It really must be bad. Hermione turned her eyes back to the floor in front of her feet.