Hermione still seethed inside, but there was something else there too – she thought of the people these wands belong to, no matter how hard she tried not to. She couldn’t expect Draco to change overnight, she couldn’t expect him to forget his need to kill – at this point, it was instinctual for him, and maybe he will never be able to not be a murderer again, but that thought made Hermione sick. Still, she convinced herself she cared more about him than about his dark tendencies. He said these people deserved to die, so she was going to trust that.