Hermione glared at Draco for a moment, though the expression softened gradually. She wasn't sure she truly believed that he hadn't wanted to see them hurt, especially Harry... maybe even her. After all, his whole family threw around the term 'mudblood' and they had been followers of a man who'd wanted to practically purge the wizarding world of them. "Sorry," Hermione apologized tersely. He was being helpful, after all, and even if she still found herself angry at him, Hermione didn't want to ruin the civility Draco was showing her. It was new and loads better than the old Malfoy she had dealt with all her life.
"I don't know what it's like to be forced to do something," Hermione agreed, "But I know what it's like to worry that the people you love are going to die," she pointed out. "I know what it's like to be afraid. You aren't the only one who had to do things they didn't want to do, but had no choice," she quipped, thinking of her parents and how she'd sent them away with no memories of her. As much as she wanted to hate him for practically handing them over, Hermione couldn't bring herself to. After all, if he was worried about his family... could she really say that she or Ron or Harry would have done things so differently?
"Dobby?" she echoed and gave a little huff of a relief. Of course it would be Dobby. She gave a small smile at the thought of the elf and furrowed her brow. "You had us and you didn't get any information? You never knew about the Horcruxes? We didn't have the locket?" she rattled off the questions and then stopped, her face flushing pink. "I don't mean to ask so many questions," she said as a way of apologizing yet again. "It's just... I don't know what to do," she admitted and her face turned a brighter shade of pink at the confession.