Hermione dropped to her knees, resting her elbows on Draco’s knees so she could see into his eyes. "So let me help you then, Draco. Let me help you get out of this" she offered. A life preserver flung from the Titanic into the cold, churning waters of certain death. She wanted to scold him, to ask him a million questions, to be mad. But she also recognized his desperate need for someone to offer help, to let him know that he wasn't stuck figuring it out on his own anymore. 