And Ginny knew. God, Ginny knew. Or sort of knew, anyway. It wasn’t exactly complicated for Ginny to figure out, and Hermione had no doubt Ginny had guessed the basics, if not the details. She hoped the other witch would keep her word and not say anything to anyone, but... Hermione didn’t know. She rubbed away welling tears and forced herself to be calm. Ginny wouldn’t tell anyone, except maybe Harry – and he already knew. Ginny hadn’t been furious. Yes, she had been rather repulsed, but Hermione had expected that and far worse. Mostly Ginny had just been concerned; at the tremble to Hermione’s hands and voice, and the tears in her dark-circled eyes, and the tension that knotted her muscles.