Draco was drinking some tea opposite her.
"Want some?"
Hermione looked up from her work, surprised.
"I assure you no house elves were harmed in the process."
She smiled. "I would like some, thanks."
He conjured a cup of tea and brought it to her.
"How are you doing, Draco?" Hermione asked.
"Better. I suppose. It's like reliving the whole war, you know, sometimes."
"I know. That's why I asked."
"You've been pretty brave."
Draco smirked. "You don't have to pity me, Granger."
"I'm not. I can't imagine being in a position where my actions would decide my parents' fate."
He didn't reply.
"I thought we were all doomed." he said. "That the Dark Lord would kill either me or my parents in the end."
"I see."
"How long is this going to continue?" he asked, motioning towards the photographers.
"Quite long, actually. We are accounting for every atrocity Voldemort has or is suspected of having committed. And full transparency. And stuff like that."
"It's never going to be back to normal again, then."
"It doesn't have to be. It can be a fresh new start."
"Easy for you. You are the hero of this fresh new world."
"Well, then, it makes sense to actually listen to me, don't you think?"
Draco smiled, then. A rare phenomenon. And it was rather nice to see. Better than the usual smirk, anyway.