Then Draco felt the air whoosh out of him as an invisible force impacted his chest and he flew straight backward, heels dragging along the grass, and he convulsed as pain from the spell sparked through him – and then he landed on his back, hard. Hermione. Fuck, Hermione! He had to get to her – she needed him. Draco was flat on his back, spreadeagled on the damp grass, staring up at the stars and still trying to draw breath, his lungs screaming for air.