Hermione leaned forward in her chair once it appeared that Ron was going to tell her whatever it was he had been dancing about for the last ten minutes. It started out reasonably, and she supposed being exposed to that sort of thing was normal in Auror training. But as he went on, reasonable was no longer the word of choice.
She remembered their lessons on boggarts, how they took different forms in order to represent someone's greatest fears. Spiders she understood, Ron had been afraid of those for as long as she could remember. Bellatrix, sure. Voldemort, that went without question. But her?
Hermine blinked a moment, trying to process the information Ron had given her and turn it into something understandable. She failed miserably, staring blankly at him for a few moments before her displeasure at being compared to the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange manifested itself into anger.
"Honestly, Ron? Honestly? You consider me something to be afraid of? Something as bad as... as Death Eaters and murderers and..." She trailed off, not even able to continue a coherent thought. She was furious.