"Okay, Malfoy, up on my shoulders. Shit, you're heavier than I thought you would be. How are you so heavy if you're so skinny, my god," Hermione lifted Malfoy, piggy-back style, on her back and step-crawled out of the hole Malfoy had made with his hand. Hermione figured that since Malfoy had made the whole the least she could do was carry him through it, and, since he had saved her life, she would take him to the grand hall. Because he had killed Luna, she would carry the disgusting creature no further.
"Okay, it's alright, you can do this," she muttered to herself wincing from the pain shooting through her ankle. Her shins were bruised all over, her toe was bleeding from the friction and there was a bone in her forearm she was sure she had broken. On top of all that was Malfoy, a five foot eleven groaning blond boy who had plenty of muscle himself, "Walk a bit, left, left, take this right. Walk this path, right, right again."
After about an hour of intense pain and tedious walking, Hermione needed to sit down and rest. "I'm sitting down, Malfoy, if you don't mind…" she said, while taking him off her back and propping him on the floor. She moaned quietly as she sat down and rested her head on the cold stone wall. Malfoy had stopped making noise and had quieted down for a moment. His eyes fluttered open for moments, closed, and snapped open again once more.
"It hurts. I know how this looks but you've got to help. It hurts and it's still coming. Help, Granger…" without further ado, he vomited on the ground.
"Super, Malfoy, excellent," Hermione snapped, "let's get going then. You ruined my second of peace. "
Hermione stood and lifted Malfoy again taking care not to step in the mess, "So, right, walk a bit, turn left, left again, walk a bit further, don't think about your ankle, left, right, walk, left, left, left… Oh. " Hermione was at a crossroad and she had the choice of turning left or right. She looked down the left corridor and saw a mess of regurgitation. "Well, in that case, right it is. Walk a little… YES!"
Hermione almost jumped at what she saw. She would have really jumped if she hadn't been so hard on her feet already. Hermione saw black robes and green marble; in other words, she was back in the grand hall. She knew how to get out of here.
"I'm done carrying you, Malfoy, this is as far as you're getting.
Malfoy's eyes were closed and he looked oddly calm and peaceful. It was almost eerie, Hermione thought. She placed him on the ground, took a moment to stare at the sight, and began to limp away. In the distance she could see the surviving adults and a fleet of Mediwitches helping the injured to his feet and carrying away dead bodies