"You didn't bring Pansy, I see. I would have liked to have seen her. How is the poor girl?" Narcissa asked carefully, and Hermione could hear the implied censure in the woman's voice – a criticism of Draco's choice to bring Hermione, a criticism of her in and of herself, and still, the woman didn't acknowledge her presence whatsoever. Well. So bloody what. Hermione didn't particularly care what Narcissa thought of her. She didn't need the woman's approval – which was lucky, because she knew she certainly wasn't going to get it.