Draco Malfoy leaned against a tree, watching as people fled from their tents. He just smirked with his arms folded across his chest, feeling very relaxed. He was a pureblood, so the deatheaters wouldn't raise him up in the air like that muggle family. It was the halfbloods and mudbloods that better run.
Just then he heard three people run nearby. Apparently one of them tripped over a tree root. Another one took out their wand and said, "Lumos!"
Draco could then see the face of the wand's master. Hermione Granger. Suddenly a million thoughts went through Draco's mind at once. What was she doing here? Who was with her? Why was she stopping? Did she not know about the flames and explosions happening behind her?
Then he understood why she stopped. She was with two other wizards, one of which fell. Harry Potter stood next to Hermione and was staring at a person sprawled on the ground. It turned out to be Ron Weasley.
Draco shook his head at the ginger. Obviously he didn't know how much danger he was putting Hermione in right now.
"Tripped over a tree root." Ron said angrily, getting to his feet again.
Draco saw this as an opportunity to insult and gladly took it. "Well, with feet that size, hard not to." He said in his usual drawling voice.
They all turned around sharply, looking at Draco. Ron then said something that he would have never dared say in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"Language, Weasley." Draco said, his pale eyes glittering.
He then glanced at Hermione. She held her wand up, light still shining out of the end. Another scream could be heard from the muggle family high up in the air. Draco did not want that happening to her.
"Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" Draco nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them.
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Hermione defiantly.
"Granger, they're after Muggles. D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around…they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."
He had to say it. Harry and Ron weren't getting the message that Hermione was in danger right now. He said it to get her the hell out of there.
"Hermione's a witch." Harry snarled.
"Have it your own way, Potter. If you think they can't spot a mudblood, stay where you are." Draco said, grinning maliciously. He wouldn't let Hermione get caught, if it came down to it. He would choose saving her over his reputation in an instant. Hopefully they just wouldn't see through his act.
"You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron.
"Never mind, Ron." Said Hermione quickly, seizing his arm to restrain him as he took a step towards Draco.
A loud bang came from the distance, louder than anything that they had ever heard. Several people nearby screamed. Draco just chuckled softly.
"Scare easily, don't they? I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to-trying to rescue Muggles?" Draco said lazily to Ron.
"Where're your parents?" said Harry, his temper rising. "Out there wearing masks, are they?"
Draco turned to Harry, the smile on his face remaining. True, Lucius Malfoy was a deatheater. And he probably was out there right now, terrorizing the grounds. But like Draco would ever let his rival know that.
"Well…if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"
"Oh come on." Said Hermione, a disgusted look thrown at Draco. "Let's go and find the others."
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger." Draco sneered.
Hermione just pulled Harry and Ron up the path again and out of sight. Draco then let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Finally Hermione was away from the deatheaters and safe. He turned back to the trees and continued to watch the show.