"No. No, there’s no way." She believed that Draco’s defection was genuine. She didn’t want to believe otherwise; didn’t want to think that all of it had been an act. Didn’t think it could be. He was miserable and scared and angry, and none of it was a bloody act; Hermione would have been able to tell. "That’s not... It’s highly unlikely, Harry. I don’t think Malfoy’s lying, and besides that, I don’t think that’s you-know-who’s style."