With just a few sentences, Neville had almost ripped her open. She had known he was good, deep down, that Malfoy was good. But to hear all of this from Neville... to know that when she felt that clenching it was likely because he was being tortured... she felt like she knew nothing. She thought she had known so much about him, about Malfoy’s time during the war. Instead, she reached the sickening conclusion that she knew nothing and wanted to know everything. 