Mr. Akingbade wasn't asking a question. He knew. And because he knew, she couldn't deny the truth. Hermione nodded, but gave no other indication that she wished to reveal what she knew. Couldn't some things about her life be kept private? Even after she'd given the wizard permission to dig around in her most private of organs and seek out what had been hidden even from her view, wasn't she entitled to keep at least something to herself?