"Well that's ridiculous," Ginny replied without thinking. Then she shrugged. "From Ron, I mean. Aren't the three of you supposed to be working together? I mean, I assume... that's the way it always used to be. Since when do you not work together?"
At the question, Ginny felt that faint churning again in her stomach, followed by that weird tug within her to automatically respond a certain way. She was conscious enough of it, though, to push it aside and reply, "They're saying you're a terrorist. Everywhere I go, people are talking about how horrible you are, how you and your 'people' blew up the Ministry, how they hope you'll all get punished. I could never agree with that. You are not a terrorist. And- and-" She furrowed her brow in extreme concentration, focusing on the words she knew she wanted to say and not letting them get pushed aside. "And where's the proof? Why should I believe them- the Ministry- when they say that you did it, but they can't show me any evidence to prove it! When I know you would never. Lately I've been thinking... I don't know if I can just blindly trust their word anymore." She nodded, decisively. "I think... I think maybe they're not telling the truth. I think maybe there is a chance they're lying. To everyone."
It was the first time she'd said those words out loud and not just in her head and Ginny instantly felt her eyes grow wide. She bit her lip nervously, not sure whether she should keep holding his gaze or not with that rambling she'd just done.