About half the Order members present balked severely at that idea, including Hermione, but she could sense Draco's approval of the idea. It frightened her a little, how easily he seemed to accept killing, how unbothered by it he was. She remembered the way he'd used the Killing Curse on the werewolf boy in Ballater who hadn't been a danger, who had just been weeping over his dying friend or girlfriend or sister. He hadn't hesitated, hadn't flinched from it; had in fact just stepped up and said the horrible words. A shiver ran through her and Draco caught her eye, frowned at her slightly, a question in his eyes. She summoned a smile, linked her fingers with his beneath the table and squeezed, but inside she still felt unsettled. That ruthless side to him – the Malfoy in him – was utterly alien to her.