The back of a True Order fighter with grey-streaked hair burst into existence just feet in front of them and they stopped dead, stumbling to take cover behind a drink trolley. He hauled a Carrow Girl up from the floor, ignoring her screams as he raised his wand to slice her arm.

"Not ze silver collars!"

Hermione's head whipped around at the voice, and her eyes popped when she saw Fleur Delacour in dark combat clothes, her hair shorn to her ears — pulling a man from a private booth and slicing his neck as his Carrow Girl shrieked.

A sharp tug had her shrinking low again, holding her breath.

"We must find ze Carrows!"

She saw the older fighter drop the Carrow Girl and turn his wand swiftly on Bletchley as he ran for it. The curse skidded across his shoulder blades, and he dropped with a howl. The older man didn't bother finishing him off. He just moved forward, casting hexes and Killing Curses.

Draco dragged her up, pushing her to her feet to run. A buzzing filled her ears, growing louder and louder as they dodged curses and jumped over bodies. Gold collared girls scattered, sprinting for the exits as the soldiers moved in on guests and Death Eaters, killing indiscriminately.

They turned a corner and passed Marcus Flint on the ground, coughing a spray of blood as Penelope pressed her hands to his chest, her eyes wild and begging for help. Hermione could do nothing but blink at her as they ran by.

Her eyes scanned for clean exits, her throat tight with panic as Draco yanked her down the row of booths.

She needed to get him to a fireplace. And she had to go back to find George and Angelina and Fleur. As soon as they got her out, she could explain about the Malfoys. They could go to the Manor and grab her research and smuggle them out, take them all to France—

But there was no time to explain when people were casting Killing Curses at him. She had to get him out.

Rounding the final booth, they froze in their tracks to find a pile of people trampling each other, screaming and stepping over dead bodies — all fighting to get through a blocked Floo. Hermione watched someone throw the powder and cry out for their residence only to be shoved back by another, the flames orange and unresponsive.

Hermione looked to the long corridor to the left that led to the Great Hall, and tugged Draco's arm as she watched two men sprint down it. There was a fireplace there. They raced forward, legs burning, but froze as both men promptly dropped dead across the threshold in a blur of green light. The True Order was lying in wait.

Hermione stumbled backward, her eyes flicking over the room. They were too exposed. She grabbed his arm and dragged him along the back wall of gambling tables, towards the closed doors of the corridor leading to the Burgundy Room. There was a fireplace there.