There was such a look of love in her eyes that Pansy almost ran to her, suddenly unwilling to leave her behind. The mere act of Apparating might hold potential splitting risks to the human body, and Pansy had never once had it happen to her, but this time she suspected it might leave half her heart behind, for Hermione had been right—they were as good as sisters to each other. Not in the traditional way, certainly, but circumstances had pushed them together and they’d coped and bonded together for years in what ways they could. Uneven in positions they might be, but there was no way around it. One couldn’t always choose how relationships formed. It was just the way life was.