The Wizarding World was better like this, Hermione thought. They were taking care of it. After all, it had shown well enough that it couldn't be trusted to take care of itself. They had done real good since Harry had taken over. And if Harry was a bit eccentric, well, then he had earned it, fighting all those years. It was a wonder he wasn't worse, everything he had been through.
Snape hadn't deserved to live. He was a traitor, and that was all there was to it. She had wondered, of course, if Dumbledore had a good reason for trusting him, but she was sure Harry wouldn't eliminate Snape if there was any reasonable doubt in his mind that he deserved it. Harry was a good person. Hadn't he been there for her and Ron through thick and thin? Hadn't he saved all of them from Voldemort?
"Do you - do you ever wonder what happened to Malfoy?"
Malfoy had started an underground resistance group soon after Harry had first come to power. He was responsible for undermining the Aurors on more than one occasion. A few months later, he was captured. Harry had gone down to his cell to question him and returned with a grim smile on his face. Malfoy was never seen again and his group ceased activities.
"No, Ron," Hermione said. "I really really don't."