Hermione felt as though very skin had caught fire. She shrieked in utter agony, swatting helplessly at flesh that was searing hot ... but seemed visually unchanged. It was as if Ron was burning her emotionally, casting her very soul onto his evil pyre. Hermione curled up on the cold floor, naked, pitiful and desperate ... and now Ron was the one who was laughing, bellyful and joyous.