"Draco." Her voice was like a deranged mother calling for her child. Hermione moved slowly around Dean to get closer. She watched as Draco stepped out of the crowd, his face set in stone. He was occluding. He hadn't done that in months. Hermione felt the tears on her cheeks just then, as Bellatrix placed her dirty hands on Draco's shoulder and turned him to face Dumbledore.