"Just let him self-flagellate in the corner, he’ll get over it soon." Blaise remarks, and Hermione bites her tongue. She’d almost forgotten about the incident between Rosmerta and Draco in sixth year. She wants to ask him what it was like, holding someone under the Imperius for so long. She’d always been a little curious, in a purely academic way. Harry and Ron had cast it in the war, and they’d never wanted to go into much detail. Harry had let slip once that the power was a little heady—holding someone under your control like that. She remembers how it had felt when "Moody’ had cast it on her in fourth-year. It had bought an odd peace of mind to Hermione that she hadn’t felt before then. Or, at least, not until recently.