After that she felt she knew a bit more about life. About deceit. She didn't see him again until she was hunting him; he had gone that night to join Draco. She felt no need to exact revenge, but rather pitied him. They were on opposite sides now, and whoever won, he would live out his life in fear and oppression. He and Draco both.
Harry had told them about Draco, how Dumbledore had tried to rescue him. Ron thought that Dumbledore was off his rocker, though he would never say it now. If they found the two boys, Ron thought he would kill them.
Harry knew a bit more about death. He understood what it meant and was willing to stop at arrest. Hermione, though she voiced agreement, remembered gentle Blaise holding her when she needed it most, remembered Draco warning her off at the Quidditch World Cup, and wanted to save them. Small hope now, with searches warranted on them and rewards posted on every lampost. Innocent or not they would be remembered.