He didn't answer, and drove his bite in deeper. Hermione screamed with what little air she had left, writhing against him. A grotesque horror dawned over her as she felt him begin to suck at the hot blood that began to leak from the wound—she felt about to pass out—she glanced at the door one more time, and saw a darkened figure dart away. Her first oxygen-deprived thought was that it had been George, but George was tall, and this figure was much shorter.