Hermione crossed her arms and felt a sweet, sweet vindictive pleasure as Pansy Parkinson gazed up at the shocked Harry with dopey adoration.   She was relieved, of course, because Pansy's death wasn't something she'd wanted on her conscience, and knowing anyone was suffering the way she had suffered had been horrible.  And she knew Draco would probably start to cry when he heard.  He'd turn away so she wouldn't see, but he'd be overcome with the knowledge they had an answer and his horrible childhood friend was saved.  But mostly, despite all the virtuous relief that Pansy wouldn't die, she felt smug that now she was the one watching her once-tormenter turn into a babbling idiot.