Hermione swallowed and looked down into her lap. "She kept writing these fucking awful, untrue, stories about Harry and me, and I hated them. I was so young, she was making me out to be some teenage slut and I’d never even kissed anyone! I got so angry about it, so I worked out she was an unregistered animagus - an insect. I made an unbreakable jar and caught her. I kept her in my room and fed her leaves."