Hermione expected a strident flare-up from Ginevra, but was surprised. She sighed and slumped to the ground again. Her slender face looked drained. "Yes, it was Harry," she said tiredly. "And I can’t – I can’t even do anything about it, you know. We need his money. We badly need it. My parents would kill me if I threw away the chance to become queen instead. There’s nothing I can do."