Hermione gave an expression of surprise at what she was sure was something akin to an apology for all of the times he'd called her that nasty insult. Was he really doing that? She had never expected something like that from him. For the first time, Hermione felt like she could have some sense of respect for the blond boy before her. The war really must have changed him.
She offered up a smile and nodded, "Of course," she said, because even if all of those insults couldn't just be swept under the rug as if they'd never happened... she figured if he was man enough to apologize - sort of - for them, she could be woman enough to forgive him for it. "We were just kids," she added on, though the statement felt strange considering she was still only eighteen. But it was different, they had been forced to grow up fast, so even if childhood wasn't far removed from either of them, it seemed like a fair excuse to provide him.
A pause for thought and then Hermione shook her head, "I don't-," she hesitated as she considered if she truly didn't want to know anything else. Maybe one day in the future she would ask about the Weasley twin's death, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it now. "I don't think so. You told me more than I ever thought you would," she said, a slight smirk at the corner of her mouth. "If I can think of anything else, I could ask you?" she inquired hesitantly. "And, you know, if you think of anything at all, please let me know?"