            Hermione’s lips pressed together as she debated. For months, she had kept so many secrets—lied so many times. Harry knew it. And if she kept up a facade—and she was sure she could think of a good one—he would eventually find out the truth, and she might lose her friend forever. So Hermione nodded. She smoothed her palms over her jeans. And she said, softly, "Yes...and no."