"Well," Hermione sighed, "it not exactly a story I'm completely proud of. You see, considering the circumstances surrounding each of the stories she wrote, and the fact that I suspected that Ma- Draco Malfoy was feeding her information, I put together that she had to be making herself hard to see, then it struck me, she was making herself smaller. After that I remembered Harry talking about a bug in Trelawny's class, and there was what we all thought was a water beetle in my hair when Victor pulled me out of the lake. A clever turn of phrase from Harry and I'd figured it out." Hermione smiled, remembering how proud she'd felt when the pieces had fallen together and she captured Rita's animal form, "At the very end of... everything that year, I captured her trying to spy as a beetle, I knew it was her because of the markings; and- do you remember how we heard nothing from her for a year after that? I told her I'd spill to the Ministry if she started writing horrible things in that time." She paused, "I'm not exactly proud of how I handled things, but I was pretty sure that the Ministry wouldn't have truly done anything to stop her from spreading her filth, the way they turned a blind eye to what... to what happened, in the maze. Oh, forget it, she deserved it. And I'm not sorry." A defiant glint sparked in her eyes, "Besides, we all owed it to Harry."
"That's the story. And telling you isn't exactly going against my word to her. If you happen to go to the Ministry," she shrugged serenely, "it's not my place to stop you, is it?" After a short pause, her face demeanor became nervous as she asked, "You won't write too much about how underhanded I was about the whole thing, will you? Like I said, not my proudest moment... Even if the nasty woman had it coming."