"Hermione, that asshole called you a Mudblood!" Harry exclaimed, his face equal to Ron's, which ment in complete horror and disbelief.
Hermione let down her head, so her hair covered her face with the expression of shame and guilt.
"He is unbelievably arrogant, which will only get worse now he has shagged you and he is mean and insults us all the time!"
Harry wanted to yell more but Ron took a seat, pulled him down on another chair and said softly: "Harry, go easy on her."
Hermione looked up, bemused to what Ron just said.
Ron? Always-getting-jealous-over-nothing-Ron? This must be fake.
"A Desire-Potion is really strong and can make really strange things happen. When we were in Egypt in the summer before third year, Fred and George used it on some pretty and also pretty unreachable Egyptian girls and still have nightmares of the noises that came out the tent next to mine. The next morning the girls came out, yelling infuriated at the twins, cursing them in whatever language they spoke."
Ginny grinned. "Oh yeah, I remember that! That was pretty funny."
Harry seemed to calm down.
Hermione gazed thankfully into Ron's eyes and said reassuring: "I swear, I locked myself up in my room and when I thought it was safe I got out. Than Malfoy and I got into this fight and before we knew it we were..well you know.." She turned red.
"And the morning after..er..you know..?" Ron asked.
Hermione grinned. "I started hyperventilate when I found out that Ferretboy was in my bed."
Ron and Harry smiled relieved. "Thank god, you're still the same." Harry grinned.
"Still," Ron said frowning, "I don't think it's a good idea to do this. I think you should do it on something else. Like our Veritaserum."
Hermoine turned to him. "And back out and let that bastard see I'm scared? Not a chance. I'm doing this assignment, no matter how many times I have to lock myself in my room, no matter how torturing or tantalizing it will be!" She said with not a twinge of doubt.