Afterwards she remained crouched down, but her retching turned to silent sobs. Her whole life broke in one single moment, and it was all her fault. There was definitely some sort of self-destructive tendency buried deep inside of her psyche that forced her to ruin everything good she had in her life. Tonight, Draco murdered tens upon tens of the good guys, of members of the Order all because he had to save her. She didn’t blame him for it, she had no right to do so. She wanted to scream at him, Draco what did you do, why did you do this, do you understand you doomed both of us for the rest of our lives?