Hermione looked at Draco's body; then up at Harry; and all the color drained from her face. Crawling off of him, she moved a few feet before getting violently ill. Harry was beside her in an instant; holding her as what she had done dawned on her. Eventually, she stopped being sick, and looked up at Harry; "My God! How do you do it? How can you keep your sanity; knowing what you've had to do?"