Draco was a bully. Not so much now, although he did enjoy the occasional insult and argument. It was a good time. Back in school, he had thrived on calling Harry and his friends names, bullying them with empty words whenever he got the chance. If it had come down to actually fighting? He probably would have run. And he did, in third year when Hermione had hit him. Looking back on it, Draco still did not think he deserved that. But he hadn't tried to hit back or hex her. He actually hated violence.
He did not know Hermione's full story, but he was willing to take as valid what she said, since she was hearing him out. "That's fair, I suppose," he said in response.
"I don't remember you having any locket on you, nor did any of you ever say anything about the Horcruxes. Aunt Bella was raving about something you had stolen out of her vault at the bank, but that's all I know." Draco wondered what had happened to Dobby. He had never seen him around since the whole Snatcher incident. He hoped nothing bad had happened to his former house-elf. Draco looked at her curiously, wondering why she was blushing. Questions were all right with him; they kept him talking, too. "It's okay," he said a little flatly, meaning to sound reassuring instead.