Draco’s eyes widened and his head snapped up, and the world righted itself again. A fierce joy seized him, and he shuddered out a breath. He looked around for her frantically, clenching his fist against the stabbing ache in his neck and spine provoked by the jerky movements. And there she was; a battered bundle in Krum’s arms, her head lolling against the solid man’s chest. Krum held her like she was precious to him, and Draco couldn’t help it; his joy was soured ever so slightly at the sight of Hermione cradled so comfortably, so intimately in Krum’s grip. He forced the thought away. She was alive. He tried to walk to her and stumbled, and Longbottom grabbed him, offered his shoulder. Draco nodded his thanks, gripping Longbottom’s shoulder and leaning on him, lurching to Hermione.