Perhaps his words came from a place of actual concern, but Hermione didn't want to hear them. She hadn't truly been alone for longer than a few minutes in years. Every moment of her life was planned, scripted, manipulated. Beyond just the Dark Lord and her teacher, she had countless others who felt it was their mission to make certain that she wasn't doing anything she shouldn't be. Death Eaters and those that supported them were a suspicious lot. No matter what she did, no matter how many of their enemies she subdued, they didn't trust her. There was always the assumption that she would eventually betray them all. Maybe they were right.