"Malfoy..." A horrible suspicion starts to stir in the back of Hermione's mind. "Malfoy, why are you lying to me?" She grabs his sleeve, demanding, because no, he wouldn't do that to her. He couldn't. Malfoy detaches her grip on him gently but firmly, and then cups her face between his hands, his eyes fixed to her face, and her lips tremble. "Malfoy? Answer me."