Hermione's stomach clenched with the beginning of Ginny's confession. How much longer before Antonin would turn his ire upon his wife for keeping the secret of his daughter from him? She was tempted to run from the house before it came to that point without a care that she was still wrapped in just a towel. Ginny struggled for air between her sobs. There was simply no way she could've known Antonin as intimately as she did without understanding the violence of which he was capable.