"No! That’s not true!" Hermione spat. She almost lunged at him, but held herself back. If there was a time for her to lose all self-control and cast wandless magic out of anger, this should have been it. "I didn’t volunteer! If you must know, Malfoy," she glanced around to make sure they were truly alone, "I was coerced into altering the minds by the Ministry. They didn’t like that I cast the Memory Charm on my parents in the first place, so they threatened to make a case of it which would destroy my reputation and jeopardize my future job opportunities."