He wished it had been him who had saved Hermione’s life, not Krum. Krum had saved her, and Draco had just caused more death. He remembered the moment the wizard’s eyes had become empty, bulging out of his puce face. He didn’t regret killing the man. In fact he worried that perhaps he had enjoyed it too much. It was ironic; when he had been a Death Eater, Draco had never directly killed a single soul. It wasn’t until he had come over to the Order’s side that he had become a killer. It amused him, in a very sad, empty kind of way.