He kills and he maims and he does what he has to, but even if no one else can see it, Hermione can see the weight of it all on his shoulders, locked away and shuttered behind his eyes. It is a strange thing, to love Draco Malfoy. A frightening thing, even if she has long since embraced it. No matter what it has brought her, no matter how much it has hurt, it is right and they are right and she will never deny that. She wonders sometimes at how much she has changed, such that she can accept the ruthlessness that in anyone else would repulse her. She thinks that he has corrupted her, and she doesn't care.