But there were voices above the grate now, ones of shock, a tumultuous muttering. The group exchanged glances of horror as they halted their climb on the stairs. Draco, most of all, looked perturbed. It would be his neck surely, should they get caught. The voices above were angrier, growing louder as footsteps thundered down the stairs. Nearly halfway up, Hermione was the first victim, unable to retreat before large hands clamped around her arm, dragging her up the last steps while she flailed before wrenching her from the entrance, as it was bombarded by men in masks and robes. 