He was right to expect her to slap him. She leapt to her feet with an energy born of rage and lunged toward him, feeling completely betrayed. "You LIAR!" she cried as she raised her hand to him, readying herself to strike her best friend for the first time in their seven year history. When her open hand made contact with his cheek, she expected she'd feel some satisfaction, but all she felt was more anger and hurt. "Liar," she repeated, tears choking her words down to a barely audible volume. She didn't even bother turning to look at the other two who were behind her; she simply bent down to pick up her bag with one hand - the one still stinging from slapping Harry - and her trunk with the other, wanting to just be as far away from all of them as possible.