Hermione looked at him, confused as he grabbed his arm, feeling panic settle deep within herself. "So do you," she said at once, trying to hold him back. "Draco, what's going on," she asked, but in a moment she saw the fireman picking up a phone that had run when Draco dialed his... one that was next to a dead body. Her mouth fell open, silently, and her stomach began to churn at once. "Draco- please. Tell me what's going on," she said, trying to keep her voice firm, but failing.
The smell. Dear God, the smell made Hermione want to throw up. She wanted to crawl back into the tent with Hagrid, for the giant to protect her once more.