She should feel something: repulsion, regret, anxiety, anything, but Hermione feels nothing as she watches the Minister of Magic die at Draco’s hand. The man was a known sexual harasser, a prejudiced bigot, and Hermione can’t feel sorry for him, not even a little. They tried to reach out and they refused to even meet. Not to mention that, after all, he and Lanistov were more than eager to send her and Alina on a suicide mission if it meant to secure their positions of power.