"How are you feeling?" Harry asked, and Hermione watched in increasing bafflement as Pansy seemed to find way after way to stretch out their visit.  She asked Harry about Quidditch, said she'd heard he and Draco had met up for a one-on-one game and how had that gone?  She rolled her eyes at his fumbling attempts at gallantry and sneered that it was obvious he hadn't grown up around quality but, despite that almost habitual rudeness, she didn't seem to want him to go, and the longer he was there, the more alive she seemed.