She could tell that he was fighting an internal battle whether or not to answer her question. No doubt if he was indeed working with Rodolphus and those foolish enough to follow the madman, he feared the consequences of his actions. If it became known that he was passing information on to her, Draco would be in a great deal of trouble. Not even his familial relationship with his late aunt's widower would save him. Hermione wanted to call him a coward and storm out of the flat, but she stopped herself. Maybe if she was patient a little while longer he would tell her something. Something compelled her to reach out and gently touch his arm. The simple act jarred the wizard. His shoulders slumped as he conceded.