"Hhhh..." He gasped for air, winded and panicking, unable to see anything, the body on top of him leaking blood in his eyes – his fucking eyes – and he couldn’t see if it was the enemy or one of the Order. Hermione... Draco shoved at the dead weight and rolled the body off him – feeling breasts as he clawed his way out from underneath and his heart stopped even as disgust at touching a dead person’s breasts wormed sick in his stomach. "No! No, no-no-no-no..."