"Come on, then, Pansy. Come on, it's all right. Let's go downstairs. I'll get you a sleeping potion or something. It's all right," Hermione said, a litany of meaningless, reassuring phrases, stroking a hand over Pansy's straggling hair. The girl let Hermione hold her, for a wonder – she even huddled slightly into Hermione's side, still weeping and apologising to Draco through her tears.