"It's funny," Draco said, not looking humored in the slightest. "You think you know someone," he went on, his gaze glossing over as he sipped at the whiskey. Hermione held tightly onto her glass, its contents remaining untouched. "You think you know someone." He repeated. "You get to know them, and you believe everything they tell you about them because they seem genuine. You come to trust them completely."