But Hermione shook her head.  She'd lived a long time with the knowledge every step was knives in her hips, and every movement of her head brought a clamp to tighten around her skull.  Sometimes she had dug her fingers into the places where the pain had seemed to come from, and sometimes that had helped.  She knew how bad it got.  She wasn't going back.  Pansy must have read that in her eyes and the set of her mouth because she let out a low whistle.  "He really buggered things up, didn't he?" she said.  "Given the idiot's crazy in love with you, how'd he manage that?"