Hermione was the odd one out. The one who wasn’t crying. During the war, she had always been worried to read his name on the list of those fallen on the frontlines, even though he had been the enemy. She felt that bitter sting in her heart now, grieving the boy she knew. But she had never been that close to him. At least not that she could remember. She decided to give his friends space to mourn the loss of Draco.