She wasn’t sure whether the look Kingsley gave her was admiration or attempted murder, but Hermione wasn’t terribly worried. He was both a politician and a former Slytherin, so he was more likely to be impressed by her sheer audacity than anything else. And besides, if he hadn’t tried to arrest Draco, nothing would have happened to him. "Right, well," he said at last, gesturing for the Aurors, including Robards, to lower their wands. "Thank you for your help in this matter, Mr. Malfoy," he said stiffly, his voice still slightly hoarse. "Consider yourself a free man." He looked around, where the fallen bodies of several Aurors were receiving medical attention and a few more were beyond help. "We’ll just... finish up here and be out of your hair." He turned to his Robards, dispatching orders as he absent-mindedly rubbed at his throat. Within a few moments, they had all dispersed, leaving Hermione, Draco, and the remaining Order members standing as the dead and injured were hurried out toward the floo. 