Ginny puffed out a breath and plopped down on the bed beside Hermione who kept staring at her wand, which she twirled absently in her hands. Neville had obviously heard enough to embarrass him, and Hermione felt more mortified than she ever had in her entire life. To know that one of her friends had heard her, like that. She wanted to sink into the floor, or cease to exist entirely. How was she ever supposed to face him again?