Hermione slouched down in the chair and didn't answer.  She knew that rationally.  She just couldn't get past the lurch in her stomach and the thud of her heart when she'd walked into his room and realized he'd been lying to her.  Well, she admitted to herself, maybe not exactly lying.  He'd never said a single thing that wasn't true.  It was lying by omission, maybe.  But in that moment it had suddenly all been a lie. The lovely flat, the kindnesses, the gifts.  The kisses.  