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Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs. 

“Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?”

The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers. 

“Yes,” he breathed back. 

He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up. 

“He is dead!” Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers. 

And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their feet, and through his eyelids, Harry saw bursts of red and silver light shoot into the air in celebration. 

Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew the only way she would be permitted to enter Hogwarts, and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cares whether Voldemort won. 

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling

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“I’m Draco Malfoy, I’m Draco, I’m on your side!”

Draco was on the upper landing, pleading with another masked Death Eater. Harry Stunned the Death Eater as they passed: Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the Cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.

“And that’s the second time we’ve saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!” Ron yelled.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling

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And then Harry heard a thin, piteous human scream from amidst the terrible commotion, the thunder of devouring flame. 

“It’s — too — dangerous —!” Ron yelled, but Harry wheeled in the air. His glasses giving his eyes some small protection from the smoke, he raked the firestorm below, seeking a sign of life, a limb or a face that was not yet charred like wood. . . .

And he saw them: Malfoy with his arms around the unconscious Goyle, the pair of them perched on a fragile tower of charred desks, and Harry dived. Malfoy saw him coming and raised one arm, but even as Harry grasped it he knew at once that it was no good: Goyle was too heavy and Malfoy’s hand, covered in sweat, slid instantly out of Harry’s —

“IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I’LL KILL YOU, HARRY!” roared Ron’s voice, and, as a great flaming chimera bore down on them, he and Hermione dragged Goyle onto their broom and rose, rolling and pitching, into the air once more as Malfoy clambered up behind Harry. 

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling