By then everyone had known Hermione Granger was married to Draco Malfoy. Pansy herself had even forgotten about Granger, thinking that she'd run away for some silly reason, or that she'd died over break. She was gone from the daily life at Hogwarts for so long, after a point, others forgot about her, too. Just not her closest friends. They had struggled to deal with her disappearance for ages, and the Weasleys and Longbottom made sure it was quite the open secret that she was his, unwillingly. Pansy didn't really care much, at the time. She had found it hard to believe that Draco would have kidnapped Granger, of all people, but the Gryffindors appeared absolutely convinced, and when the headlines hit the papers months later, she still couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the two had just fallen in love in secret, and run off together. Neither the Slytherins nor the Gryffindors were happy about it—she supposed the Gryffindors had immediately jumped on the kidnapping accusation simply because they couldn't believe the truth. To be sure, in the pictures Granger always looked unhappy and stiff next to Draco, and stories of his cruelty and the origins of his obsession with her floated around, spread by old classmates who had learned of it too late—those who were still alive, anyhow. There were so many theories it was hard to know what was truth and what was not.