Hermione shrugged, ducking her gaze, eyes darkening with shadows as she imagined all too clearly how horrible, how absolutely hellish life must have been for Pansy over the last several months. How wrenching and degrading and shattering it would be to be turned into a toy to be used at someone else's pleasure. Turned into livestock, for breeding purposes – and then bitten by Greyback on top of that, just to add more traumatic physical and emotional scars to those that Lucius had inflicted. She lifted her eyes to Ginny's. "She's been through a lot, Ginny. I'm sure she's not a good person exactly. She is still Pansy. But we don't have to be awful to her. She's not going to change if we don't give her a chance."