Would she have felt bad about it? Would Draco have hated her for it? Lucius was his father, despite everything. Would he be able to look her in the eye if she told him what his father had said – about Draco being untrustworthy? If she asked Draco if he was truly, absolutely on her side, would his eyes be clear on hers as he answered? Lucius had put that poison in Hermione’s thoughts, and now as much as she told herself that she could trust Draco...there was the barest trace of doubt. Lucius was a snake. Hermione hated him. Despised him. Her mind spun around and around. And it was Lucius who had raised Draco, who had moulded and shaped him from birth. How much could a person change, really? And how much stayed the same? Once a Death Eater, always a Death Eater. And that was what Draco had been.