"I'm sorry, please don't," she begged in a babbling stream, the words drifting over Hermione unimportant and irrelevant, because she was too busy trying desperately to tell herself that Pansy had been lying about what Draco had said, but she knew the girl hadn't been. So instead she tried to tell herself that it didn't matter anymore, and, well, it shouldn't matter now – not now – but god, it hurt anyway.