She had always admired Hermione for her strength. Draco had purposefully neglected to tell her that Hermione was very much his unwilling wife (and she herself had ignorantly assumed the rumors were true, and that they had eloped) upon her entry to the manor. He had shown her her quarters, assigned her that long list of duties, and then let her walk into his bedroom only to find the picture of non-consent and unhappiness. And then, afterwards in his study he’d deigned to tell her the parts he had omitted. At that point it was too late to back out. She had been branded. She had seen too much. And to see Hermione Granger suffer like that had filled her with pity, at first—but then, thinking back on what Draco had told her and what Hermione herself had confirmed later, Pansy couldn’t help but admire her for her strength.