But Johns was in better shape than Draco and he grabbed Draco by the arm, dragging him along bodily, swearing in his rough, uncultured voice in Draco's ear, his wand flashing as he defended them both. Draco dug in his heels though, trying to shake Johns off, swearing right back at him, furious beyond reason, blood dripping down his neck from his head wound and not at all certain he was thinking straight. In fact, he was rather certain he wasn't. But he couldn't leave Hermione.