"How come you're suddenly taking Pansy's side?" Harry asked Hermione. "I thought you hated her." He remembered their fifth year, when Pansy and Hermione had been Prefects together. "You used to call her cow, and she's been far from nice to you."

He considered Hermione's words again. Offering up someone else's life to help the person you loved... "I don't think her offering up my life to help Malfoy was a particularly nice thing to do, though. It wasn't hers to offer," he said grumpily.

But he was tired of talking about Pansy, about Malfoy, about the past. "Anyways, at least we won't run into Malfoy at school this year," he said, forcing himself to speak cheerfully. "So, Hermione, I bet the first thing you're going to do is go to the library, right?"