Hermione had prepared herself mentally. She knew the Draco she met with, embraced, made love to, and touched on a daily basis, was nothing more than a projection in her mind. She imagined his physical body must be worn, haggard, a shell of what it used to be. She imagined it must be the same for herself but couldn’t know for sure, her cell didn’t have any mirrors, lest they should cut themselves with the glass. And she would’ve avoided looking in a mirror even if she had that possibility. So yes, she had prepared herself. And yet, her heart still broke.