Draco stared at Granger's body, laid on the ground of the dungeon and looking dreadfully uncomfortable, for long after Yaxley had gone. He didn't even want to look at the notebook he had given him. He wanted to burn it in the fireplace and just let Granger do whatever the hell she wanted. It didn't matter to him. He didn't ask for a human being to be responsible for, yet it was thrusted upon him all the same.