"I don’t want you focusing on me tonight. You understand that?" Draco said suddenly, putting his hand on her shoulder and looking down at her intently. Hermione suddenly felt slightly ill at the thought of what they were going to do. They were a small group entering Hogwarts, a place now crawling with Death Eaters and wannabe-Death Eater students, all of whom would most likely not hesitate to torture or kill on sight. Hermione wanted to reassure Draco, but she couldn’t lie to him.