If someone had told Hermione Granger Dolohov that she would've been worried about Draco Malfoy, of all people, just six months earlier, she would've imagined that she wasn't the only person suffering the mental effects of a violent life. Her mind would never be what it was when she was young and still so full of idealism and hope for the future, but she thought that she would at least be able to tell when another around her might be close to losing their grip on reality. In all of the years that she had known of the wizard, she hadn't cared one way or another what happened to him. At least that's how she felt after the war ended. Before, she might have been excited to hear that he'd been struck down in a duel or fallen off of his broom during a Quidditch match.