Jinxes and curses flew were cast from wands at every angle. Draco had nowhere to run and hide. If he went to the mansion, he was more than sure that they'd follow him there. He was running out of time, he had no idea what to do or where to go. But then a bright flash of light caught his attention, and saw Hermione Granger laying dead still on the forest floor.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted. "Hold your fire!" he yelled to his comrads. He ran to where her body was laying. Harry shook and shook her body but came no response.
"What did you do, Malfoy?! Tell me!" Harry screamed in anguish and anger.
"Me? I did nothing to her, I swear Potter," Draco said as calmly as he possibly could. "You can't blame me for something I didn't do or had no control over."
For Draco Malfoy, the last thing he remembered was getting punched in the face by the Boy Who Lived himself.