He grabs her, and they spin back outside of their safehouse, Hermione must have just barely crossed the apparition line when Yaxley tackled her... When did she start thinking of it as theirs, she wonders, staring at the blue sky, spotted with white columbus clouds. Without a word, they just breathe. Her mind’s whirring, working, figuring out everything, analysing Yaxley and Malfoy and his fist in his face, the look in his eyes, the blood, her wand and then - then her mind’s caught in the present, in the way he's looking at her, even though his knuckles are bleeding and bruised and there's some blood on his cheek, Yaxley’s blood, and she had seen the way he crushed his nose into his face. 