Hermione bit back her sigh. She had hoped for better advice, though she supposed that Hagrid’s father had fallen for some giant woman and maybe befriending frightening things was just...part of their genetic make-up. "But what if...weren’t you ever scared?" Hermione prompted. "That they might hurt you. Acromantulas aren’t known for their loyalty. Aragog could have decided you would make better food, and I know he didn’t, but you didn’t know that...did you?"