He nodded his head in acknowledgment of her thanks and settled back into his chair. Draco politely looked away while she dabbed at her eyes, knowing by common sense that most people wouldn't have liked to be stared at. He had no idea what had come over him and couldn't help thinking that his father would be ashamed of his politeness toward 'the Mudblood girl.' Draco tried to put that thought out of his mind. Mudblood or not, she was much better than the vampires he roomed with.
Turning his attention back to her when she began to explain Horcruxes, he noticed her hesitation. He knew it must have been a horrible thing if she was faltering. Hermione was always a confident speaker in the classes they'd had together. His eyes widened. How did one tear a fragment of his own soul? "That sounds completely mad," Draco remarked. He believed Hermione, but the process sounded very painful. He wondered if it hurt to tear away a part of the soul and decided he actually didn't want to know. "I guess it makes sense. Is there a way to... destroy Horcruxes?" If there wasn't, Voldemort could come back again and again, he realized. He was filled with silent panic at that thought, but tried to keep his face steady.
Draco sighed a little when she mentioned the Snatchers. He did not look forward to telling her this bit at all. She would probably be angry with him. "Yeah, people were captured. They got one of the goblins from Gringotts, and that Lovegood girl," he said hesitantly. "And they got a hold of you three. My aunt and parents made me identify you." He didn't have to tell her the truth about that. What difference would it have made? But he'd always felt bad about his involvement with the Snatchers. Hermione's screams as she was being tortured by his aunt still haunted him.