Hermione closed her book with a snap and held her breath. Her lip trembled briefly, but then her look hardened and she glanced away before Harry could see her expression. "Is that what you think? That I want to yell at you? Don't you think that I want to see Ginny, too? Don't you think that I would like to be a part of the outside world... don't either of you...? I'm the one who's trying to figure a way to communicate, to break the barriers between us and... and the others... and you're..." Hermione paused, inhaled, and flattened her hand against the book. "I don't want to yell at you, Harry. I don't want to fight. You can... tell me what you found out." Her voice sounded meek, and Hermione hated it - but not more than she hated arguing with one of her best friends, something that was becoming more and more commonplace.