Sitting back down in the chair, Harry eyed Hermione carefully. "It’s actually thanks to those lies that I was beginning to see through him," he said, his voice somewhat lower. "I’ll admit it. With my shoddy memory of the evening, it was easy to get pulled into what seemed like a plausible explanation for your behavior. Fighting against the Aurors, using dark magic with Draco, getting pregnant...that didn’t seem like the Hermione I knew."