"Draco! No, don't –" Her hands clapped up to cover her ears and she flinched as the shot went off, Draco stumbling a step back from the unfamiliar recoil and looking down at the dead man with curious, sickened eyes. Hermione's gaze unwillingly followed his, and she jerked her head away and squeezed her eyes shut as she saw the wreckage the point-blank shot had caused to the soldier's gasmask, and beneath that, his head. He was just a Muggle. Just an ordinary Muggle doing his job. Hermione whimpered, hand over her mouth, feeling like they were the bad guys, they were the evil ones, they were...