"We have to go!" the Auror, Johns, yelled as he reached them, backing up and placing his feet carefully so he didn't trip on the rubble, and Hermione jerked her head up. She looked around and saw swarms of Death Eaters advancing and the small Order team, fighting for their lives, and with her hands like this she couldn't even defend herself, let alone pull her own weight. She weighed up the time it would take versus how much she needed her hands usable, and made a snap decision as people folded in around her and Draco, sheltering them, shielding them from the Death Eaters. She stared up into Draco's white face and straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin.