Hermione shifted in her seat, preparing herself to listen to whatever Pansy had to say. Her mind kept slipping back to what just happened in the pool. If it wasn’t for the intrusion, she would’ve let herself go. It wasn’t right, it would complicate things beyond repair. What would she do at the end of the year? This was something that very few people would approve of. But since when was she going to ask anyone’s permission? They made her marry Draco. For Merlin’s sake, they had it coming. Hermione drew a deep breath, concentrating on the conversation.