Deciding that it didn't matter whatsoever whether or not Draco was telling the truth, Hermione was ready to end the conversation. They weren't getting anywhere. If she said the wrong word she knew that Antonin's legendary insecurity and jealousy would take over his better senses. It was amazing how a confident and intelligent man like her husband could be reduced to nothing but a petty, envious child when aspects of his life weren't going as he wished. She wondered if there was something about his childhood that would explain how he could be completely fearless in every area of his life and reduced to such pettiness with the woman he loved. No doubt a Muggle psychiatrist would have a fascinating time exploring the depths of his malfunctions. Hers too, if she allowed one to get close enough.