Turning her attention back to the mirror, Hermione watched as Draco offered Voldemort a drink, his facade never cracking. It was one thing to know was an Occlumens, but never having seen him use the skill in practice, he now looked wrong. His eyes were flat and dull where they usually sparkled with warmth for her, and he looked every bit the haughty pureblood heir she'd known him to be before the war. 