"They lie about who they are – who they really are – and you feel like a fool. You realize at that moment that you don't really know them at all." He said, venting over her quiet interruption. "That, perhaps, you never did. That everything they told you was a lie, a mask made to conceal their true identity." Draco hissed, dabbing the butt of his cigarette forcefully into the ashtray. Crushing it unnecessarily. "They lied to you. They lied about who they are, what they stand for, and their entire being."