Hermione Granger flipped her hair looking over her shoulder, after being gone for a year on the hunt for horcruxes she knew she looked different she had slimmed down nicely and changed her bookworm ways, of course, Ron and Harry were oblivious, but it was blatantly obvious Draco Malfoy was not. "Draco Malfoy" the name resonated in her mind as she looked toward the boy that she once despised, "what a shock he is."

She had been dueling with Draco Malfoy when it had happened, "Diffindo!" she screamed into the air as the spell Draco had sent had hit to close for comfort. The duels had started seconds after Harry had shown he was not, in fact, dead. The crowd had burst into chaos but her eyes were trained on Draco as he slowly advanced on her curses and hexes were being thrown everywhere and she was sure that everyone no matter the side had come uncomfortably close to hitting an ally. As she watched her opponent she noticed that something wasn't right about the way Draco moved. He was slow, unchanging, and falling like a puppet on a string. Curse after curse she avoided as she fought the Death Eaters around her; she watched as allies fell as well as opponents. She maneuvered carefully never taking her eyes off the still attacking Draco, although he appeared as if he was moving through molasses, yes something was definitely not right. As they neared where Voldemort dueled with Harry she through a spell at a death eater while another order member finished him off, she was tired of the killing and with a sigh she momentarily let her guard down she noticed something strange no curses were flying at her anymore Draco was on the ground.

She was shaken back to the present by Harry grabbing her shoulder softly, "Mione" he said concerned, "Are you ok? We've been trying to talk to you for a good minute, and it's time to get on the train." Hermione stared back still in deep thought about this whole summer. "If it's too hard we don't have to go back" Harry said again "Ron and I are going for you." Hermione smiled and replied in a low whisper even Ron couldn't hear "I'm just worried about Draco still, he's coming back too, he doesn't remember much from the last seven years, and I know things are changing, but I don't want things to be bad between us, when he fell in the battle…" Hermione trailed off and Harry seemed to understand as he led her to a train compartment and left her with her thoughts.

Hermione had Draco held up but barely as she apparated the unconscious boy into the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey graciously took Malfoy but looked at Hermione with wonder, was the girl now saving the enemies too. Madame Pomfrey was more distracted by the very weak boy in front of her as she checked him for signs of damage and found nothing she had an idea, as she checked his magic for signs of irregularity or poison, and what she found shocked her, as she looked up to tell the brightest witch of her age, she was not surprised to find she was gone back to the fight.

Hermione remembered with pride that because of her escape from the hospital wing she was able to save Fred, George and Percy from the tumbling wall that would have for sure crushed them all, and not to mention kill the Death Eater that had been trying.

She saw Harry kill Voldemort with the final curse and rushed over to hug the closest thing she had to family. The seven months they had been on the run now all seemed worth it as the remaining Death Eaters fled and people gathered their loved ones, both dead and alive, and as the Weasley's thanked Hermione for saving their sons, Hermione noticed Draco's parents dead in the corner in the room, no one seemed brave enough to touch them, and then Hermione remembered Draco, and dragging Harry with her she went back to the hospital wing to let the Weasley family on their own for a while.

Madame Pomfrey gave Hermione her answer. Draco had been imperiused by his parents and now that Lucius and Narcissa were dead, Draco was free of the curse, shaken, scared, and with limited memory, but after being controlled for 17 years, who was he now.