"Malfoy! Move you bloody git!" Ron yelled as he took Hermione’s hand in his blood-slick one and they wove between the bodies. Hermione realised with dazed comprehension that the battle was over, and the rest of the team heading through Hogwarts’ doors before reinforcements got there. She slipped as she looked back at Draco, who stood staring at Blaise with his fist clenched around his wand and shoulders shuddering. There was a horrible look on his face; the sort of expression Hermione would have if she had just been forced to kill Neville, or Ginny.