Draco started a limping, desperate dash toward Hermione, casting wildly as he crossed the battlefield once more. Straight through the centre of the madness and missing death by a hair more than once as stray curses filled the air around him. Draco automatically noted the Order members as he stumble-ran, and they were all still alive if only barely holding their own. And then a Death Eater stepped straight into his path and Draco flung a diffindo, and it was blocked and Draco recognised the flourish of the block and he skidded to a stop, heels digging into the soft turf.