"No. No, there's a difference," Hermione disagreed lightly, tension humming and buzzing in her bones as Pansy curled her lip and took another drink. "I don't look at you and think 'oh, poor Parkinson', because to be perfectly honest I don't like you enough to pity you. I do, however, think about what you've been put through, and think, "Merlin, I can't imagine how awful that must have been'." She kept her gaze steady on Pansy, her voice quiet and calm. "That's the difference."