There was a certain amount of honor that Rodolphus had when it came to his word as a Lestrange. It was never something that he said lightly. If he claimed that vehemently that he had nothing to do with Hannah's murder, she couldn't help but believe him. As if to further his point, he slid his hand through her curls to rest on the back of Hermione's head. She was afraid to move, afraid to breathe. What was he going to do next?