As Draco explained what had occurred during the final battle, Hermione watched him intently, hanging onto every word. It didn't matter that it was Draco Malfoy and it didn't matter that she was going against the whole... time travel etiquette. She needed to know. She offered a sad smile at the fact Harry went straight to Voldemort. Of course he would, he had always been a hero. She flinched when he mentioned that Voldemort had hit Harry with the Killing Curse, her eyes filling with tears at the thought. It all sounded so intense and so... she didn't know what she had been expecting with the war, but it seems so much simpler with Draco laying it out the way he was. On the outside looking in made it different, she supposed. As dreadful as it sounded, she could only hope she would end up back in her own time to live through it. Maybe Draco telling her what he knew now would help her get Harry to that point.
"The Deathly Hallows?" Hermione echoed, a curious look coming across her face. "I-," she paused to rack her brain before finally offered up a tiny huff of defeat. She had read so many things lately and had stretched her thoughts so far, she couldn't even tell if the term was familiar or if she just wanted it to be. "I don't- I'm not sure," she explained. "What about them? Did they have something to do with the war? With Harry?"