A very large part of her had railed against the idea of going to meet Draco Malfoy. After all, he had spent their formative years insulting her and being a general thorn in the side of not only her, but of Harry as well. He was cruel and he was a Death Eater and he had tried to kill Dumbledore! Not only that, but his family was dreadful. So when she had agreed to meet him in, Hermione had paced in her room for a few moments afterward trying to decide if it was truly a good idea or not.
In the end, her need to know what had happened won out. She briskly walked out of her apartment and headed over to the apartment number Draco had specified. She wrung her hands the entire way, dreading the interaction. Perhaps he was being genuine. He hadn't been as insulting as usual, after all, and he came from a time ahead of her. Maybe he had matured through the war and maybe he was more civil. Hopefully.
By the time she reached his apartment, Hermione had prepared herself for not only having a face-to-face conversation with Draco Malfoy, but also to withstand any information he might give her. At least, she hoped she had prepared herself well enough. Surely he wouldn't have any news that was too terrible. Standing in front of his door, Hermione took in a breath and lifted a hand. Chin up, she gave three succinct knocks on the door and waited.