06-22-2010, 05:38 AM
Pansy went still, not breathing, as she turned her head back around and looked at Harry; this time making contact with his eyes. Her voice was low and quiet when she spoke but there was no intentional malice. "Do you really wish me to answer that, Potter? Do you actually want to know? Though I should think out of the seven years we've known each other, you would likely figure it out." She looked sad and worn out when she turned to look back out the compartment door window, her hazel eyes glossy and wet.
Hermione frowned, her mind racing rapidly through the recent events at Hogwarts and then years previous, of her different encounters with the girl. Then her eyes lit up like it always does when she figures something out. "It's Draco, isn't it? Something to do with him, maybe?" She looked at Harry, seeing if maybe he understand what she was talking about.
Still not looking at them, a single tear slid down Pansy's pale cheek. Her voice was barely even a whisper. "I hate you Potter, for what you did to Draco, what you made him do." She stood up, looking at the ground. Her voice was stronger this time. "If you'll excuse me, I'm not wanted here and I don't think I should stay. I'm sorry." She turned and rushed out into the corridor and ran one way, not caring that it was back the way she came. She would just stay in a lavatory if she had to.
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