"So," Ginny interrupted Hermione’s private mortification. "Are you going to talk to me about whatever’s wrong, or tell me to go away like you did last time Malfoy was the topic of conversation?" Ginny asked briskly, and Hermione shot the younger girl a startled glare; how dare Ginny act like she had a right to know Hermione’s private affairs. Hermione didn’t have an obligation to confide in Ginny – it was none of the other girl’s business, and she hated the entitled expectation in Ginny’s voice. She told her so in no uncertain terms, and then crossed her arms and looked away from the younger witch.