She lifted her hands to either side, palms facing outward as she fought to keep from struggling, from fighting back. The person at her back didn't move, didn't speak, didn't seem to be breathing as they stood there in silence. Hermione was ready to break that silence, demanding some sort of explanation, when the Peruvian Powder began to fade away like mist. She was shocked into total stillness when the three figures that had been shrouded in that darkness became visible. Theo, looking horrified; Blaise, looking murderous; and Draco, looked... almost completely calm. The stiffness of his shoulders, the tightness around his eyes gave him away, showed the rage just underneath the surface., but only if someone was looking for it. Outwardly he appeared almost preternaturally serene. The list of possibilities as to who the fuck could be holding a knife to her throat narrowed significantly. Couldn't be Domina as they couldn't hurt any of the men across from her. Couldn't have tricked their way into the wards. She swore, viciously and deeply (and silently) that if this was the responsibility of one of the "trusted" people Theo had allowed into the wards, she was going to commit literal murder, come hell or high water.