So you're the one meant to help me? [ he scoffs, glaring a little harder. Just for good measure. ] You're doing a horrid job of it.

What is exactly supposed to be happening that I'm meant to be so afraid of?

[ besides being kidnapped, obviously. But he's there already, and he does have a feeling that he can't go anywhere, but even so, he's still not so sure that he hasn't been kidnapped by this one. He can't trust a word that comes up. In fact, talking feels like a waste of time, but Draco doesn't know where to go. ]