Hermione thought for a moment. The ring on her finger twitched, forcing her to look down at it. She thought about Draco and about the fact that he killed someone to get her this wand. She thought of what future awaited him, if any did. She remembered the way he looked down at his victim when he tortured them, she remembered the fascinated look in his eyes when he got a chance to commit homicide. She wondered if he’d ever be able to live a normal life after all the things he’d been through and put others through.