AN: This is a drabble, 98 words. I felt like I had to write it, so I did.
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It felt like one of those Muggle police scenes. The aurors were there, and it was chaos. From the midst of sirens, bystanders, reporters, and aurors, Hermione met his eyes. I'm sorry, they seemed to say. She looked away, not wanting him to see the tears in her eyes.
Across the street, she noticed Harry glancing questionably at her. They knew each other well enough to understand expressions, even slight ones. He was asking, Are you okay? She told him that she didn't know.
Then she answered his unasked question. Yes, we have to testify for Draco, Harry.