"Yeah. Definitely loathing. Can't stand the sight of her," Draco said lazily, happiness bubbling up in his chest at the thought of having Pansy back. A friend – no, an ally. She'd always been a pretty good ally, unless it was a choice between saving herself or someone else. Pansy would never sacrifice herself for her allies or her friends. But it was almost like old times, sitting with Pans and staring at the Golden Trio, talking about them; except that now everything was turned upside-down.