Her statement was cut off as Ron released her wrist and raised a hand to her instead. The pain along her cheek didn’t hold a candle to the pain radiating from her wrist but she fell to the floor from impact, nonetheless, tongue darting out to feel the cut along her lip. Cradling her arm against her chest she scurried backwards until she hit a flat surface. Ron was leering down at her, and as much as she loved Harry, ceremony be damned, she needed help. Hermione projected her feelings of fear throughout her bond and hoped someone would come to find her.