He seemed so much the same, charm and good looks and kindness for everyone he spoke to, but only cool politeness for her. She thought at one point she felt his gaze upon her and she imagined he was looking for the young, bright witch she had once been.  When she overheard Ginny tell him that she, Pansy, never danced, but was too devoted to the piano, she knew he must have asked about her, but he never spoke with her the way that he had once. Those days were over.  She knew he would not love her again, but this felt worse than open hostility.