They left then, and as Draco went to dinner that night, he felt like a failure somewhat, because he had wanted at least one of them to make it out of this war unscathed. But of course, he now knew that that was impossible, and he learned his lesson: in war, no one comes out without scars, no one. He just prayed that the Dark Lord treated Hermione like a Queen, she deserved that much. He also hated to concede defeat, because she seemed happy, and that was all that mattered to him.