There was a long moment of silence, finally broken by Longbottom squawking, "What?" unintelligibly. Hermione felt her own eyes bulge. In what instance had Draco – or the rest of his gang for that matter – not chosen the path of violence and opposition? It was incredibly unlike him and she didn't trust it. Luckily, Longbottom had the sense not to, either. "Why the fuck should I trust you?"