"I have never imagined myself playing truth and dare with Draco Malfoy." Hermione laughed, to calm her nerves slightly. She couldn't read him, as good as he seemed to read her. And felt sort of a little foolish.

"And yes. I do trust you Draco."

She remembers how pale and upset his eyes had been, when she had been tortured at the Malfoy Manor by his now deceased aunt. She knows that he had been trapped in a worse situation that she had been.