Hermoine looked at him, shocked. He looked like he was about to be sick. Whoever this Malfoy was, it was a person whose stomach turned at the thought of physically hurting her. She swallowed all her burning questions, sensing - correctly - that he wouldn't answer any of them. It had been nearly six weeks, and she still not figured out a plan to escape. It had become evident that if she couldn't get back to the Order, then Malfoy was her best bet for survival. It seems they would need to work together. She did not want to be given to Bellatrix.