Then she corrected herself – half a year might not seem so terrible to her, but she wasn’t the one who would be imprisoned in Azkaban’s dank, dark confines, possibly with – if they returned to the Ministry’s service after the war – Dementors draining away any small hope or happy thought. Draco would. It would seem like an age to him. Hermione was ashamed that hadn’t occurred to her straight away – how self-absorbed.