Hermione tensed, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to simply glaze over what happened to Flint. She sighed, ready to relieve one of the scariest nights of her life. This time she was going to be honest, no wild animals, no deaths out of nowhere. Hermione had nothing to lose and a part of her wanted to see Ron’s reaction. She wanted to see the look on his face when he realizes that while he was writing those horrible letters while she was on the edge of death. That she owes her life to the person he despises so much. By the time she finished talking the boys faces had a paler shade. They didn’t interrupt once, listening carefully.