"Mutare Animus, " Hermione began to recite the initial words. As a purple light drifted from her wand and hovered over Ron’s head, she recalled several earlier moments from the school year: Ron grabbing her between the legs, calling her a frigid bitch, giving false apologies, and playing cruel pranks. She centered in on the events of just today: Ron making crude remarks about her relationship with Malfoy and making fun of Narcissa. These were the agonizing recollections at the forefront of her mind. They were more than just the careless actions and words of an immature and jealous ex; they were evidence of betrayal, of a childhood relationship gone awry. A stab in the back. The deep emotional hurt of it all turned physical for Hermione. And now, she wanted Ron to feel it. He had these memories, too–he just didn’t know the impact. 