No one dared to say anything , the silence was murderous. Ron packed his stuff into his bag and moved to follow McGonagall, his heart racing and the embarrassment fell heavy on his shoulders. He felt like his mother just caught him eating cookies before dinner. Ridiculous. He wasn't five years old, so what the fuck. "Maybe the whore opened her mouth- or the other-" His thoughts got interrupted when he passed their table. When Ron passed her. And he swallowed hard when he saw Hermione's vile smirk, her strong glare piercing him painfully, full of hatred it seemed. And then he was out of the classroom but the fear already planted itself inside his mind.