"Harry, come on. Let's go see Madame Pomphrey," Hermione said, hesitantly, tugging on his sleeve. Harry looked down at her hand, then up at her face. He hissed, menacingly, and withdrew his wand.
"Don't touch me, Death Eater!" Harry looked around, and it seemed that he thought he was surrounded by Lord Voldemort's supporters.
"Harry!" Hermione whimpered. Here eyes were welling up with tears. "Harry, we're not Death Eaters!" But Harry would not listen.
"Get down, Ron!" he ordered, not tearing his eyes away from Hermione. Draco withdrew his wand.
"Don't hurt him!" Hermione pleaded.
"Ricta—"
"Expelliarmus!" Draco shouted. Harry's wand went flying. Hannah Abbott picked it up and hurriedly handed it to Draco. Harry turned his eyes on Draco.
"Why did you do that, Ron?" he demanded. Draco approached him and took him firmly by the arm.
"Because. They aren't Death Eaters, Harry. They're just pretending to be Death Eaters. Now come with me," he ordered. Harry nodded and let Draco take him to the Hospital Wing.