Hermione thought of the previous night, in the room of requirement with Malfoy and how awful she was for aiding him in his task set by Voldemort. The more she helped him, the more she kept asking herself why she was doing this. Malfoy had been nothing but distasteful towards her. However, there was something in her that she could not quite shake off. The thought of the unfriendly Draco suddenly talking to her like a normal human being. Something she had not known that she desired from him; just to be treated with some kind of decency. She could see what kind of burden this task was having on him, and no matter how cruel he was towards her, Voldemort was the cruellest of them all. Therefore, she did not regret helping him, and she would not regret helping him further, just to keep him alive. Voldemort was beyond out of Malfoy's depth and even Malfoy's unsavoury character did not deserve the wrath of Voldemort.