She didn't trust Draco. And yet she also wasn't afraid of him. When she used to be in his presence before the last of the memory charms were removed, she felt fuzzyheaded around him, like she couldn't focus or concentrate. That was no longer the case. Was he somehow involved in the devious plan with the charms? Deep down, she didn't think so. The night that she recklessly went to his flat in the middle of the night to demand that he take her to Rodolphus, he'd been startled to hear her claims against the man he considered his uncle. He might have been a good actor, but she thought it was genuine. All she knew was that she no longer felt confused in his presence. She was thinking clearly.