Hermione made herself not react. She might have flushed slightly, but she couldn’t very well help that, could she? She stood staring at Ron, the words filthy trollop ringing inside her skull, not knowing what on earth to say. Hermione couldn’t lie to him right now. She couldn’t lie to a three-year-old right now; she was angry, and embarrassed, and felt like bursting into tears and throwing something at Ron’s head, and her lies were never that believable even at the best of times. So