"Oh!" Hermione gasped. "I think I remember... it was in the Tales of Beedle the Bard, wasn't it?" she asked and shook her head, "Dumbledore left me his copy and I...," she trailed off. It wasn't really important now. Draco knew the story and there was no need to recite it, especially if it was only some children's tale version. The truth of the matter was what was important and Draco was the one with that information. Hermione's brown eyes widened when he explained that Harry was the Master of the Elder Wand and he used the fabled wand to defeat Voldemort. "Oh," she gave a little noise, impressed with not only the tale but with Draco's willingness to retell what he knew about it. Firsthand experience or just hearsay... it was good information to know.
"I suppose it makes sense," Hermione said after a moment. "I mean, most stories are based in fact on some level." She pursed her lips in thought, "But I wonder what the other two... Hallows have to do with it," Hermione said thoughtfully, but then shook her head. She took in a deep breath and sat up straighter, on the edge of the sofa and looked at Draco directly. "I know this must be hard for you," she said, "Talking to me like this." She almost didn't want to believe he was just... talking to her like this. A part of her worried there was some trap or some other motive he may have. But she supposed everyone deserved second chances. Dumbledore had seen something in Draco, obviously, so didn't that mean they all needed to give him a chance? He was helping her out when he didn't have to, in a place they were both unfamiliar with... if that wasn't proof, she didn't know what was.
"Thank you, Draco," Hermione thanked him clearly. She hesitated for a bit, "You weren't- we didn't hex you or anything, did we?" she asked. Apparently their paths had overlapped on more than one occasion during the war and she knew that both Ron and Harry had tempers, not to mention even she had lashed out at Draco before.