"Yes, you do," Hermione muttered under her breath too low for Ginny to hear as she managed a faint echo of Ginny’s bright smile, and began descending slowly down the cellar steps. She told herself that this was a good thing. She couldn’t avoid Malfoy forever; she had to – what was the word? Desensitise, that was it – she had to desensitise herself to having him around her. She couldn’t freeze up and feel panicky every time he was in the same room as her. And there was no time like the present.