            Ginny nodded. "I know you can. But I want you to promise me, Hermione, that you’ll tell me if things go sour. I don’t care what time of day it is—I’ll force McGonagall to open her bloody floo, if I have to. Just tell me if you need help, and I’m there. With him, or your project, or anything else. I’m not losing you to him, if he tries to pull shit."