"Pansy was...sleeping with your father?" she asked finally, shock and disgust drenching her voice and an involuntary spasm flickered over Draco's face; annoyance and anger and strain fraying his nerves until they were threads barely holding on. "But then why would she want to leave...?" she added, clearly trying to think it through aloud, and Draco wondered at her obtuseness sometimes. For someone so bright, and who had been confronted by evil so many times, Hermione still had no real comprehension of the darker sides of human nature. Of the evils that people – even fathers, Draco thought bitterly – could commit. He drank before he answered her, sighing at the delicious burn of the firewhiskey and ignoring her brief glance of disapproval, her mouth pursed up, prim and proper and eyes flickering with a genuine worry that took the edge off his irritation with her.