It felt like hours, even though it was only about ten minutes or so. The long, long walk; staggering step after agonising step, unable to breathe, clinging onto the walls, slowly bleeding out, no idea of whether Hermione – fuck the others, he only cared about her – was still behind him. Clawing his fucking way through the maze of corridors, not knowing whether he was going the right way anymore, just moving, moving because the only other option was to give up and collapse and probably die in the corridor right there. Draco clenched his jaw and stumbled on, his head swimming and his lungs screaming for air because he couldn't get enough, and the pain ripped through him, blurring what coherent thoughts he had left to him.