Pansy looked down at her folded hands but strangely, and to Hermione's surprise, didn't cry or cower away that much. "I wish you wouldn't ask me this but I guess this had to come up someday, right ?" She was asking no one in particular. Hermione was silent and ready to listen."I fell for Harry this summer. We met couple times, I was, of course, hateful at first but the war broke me as much as it broke him. My parents they... well me and him have familiar stories let's just say that." She shrugged. "I didn't plan for it to evolve to anything but casual meet ups but then we both made a move, I thought that we could forgive each other for the past and move on. But then final school year started." She looked really regretful, her eyes portrayed her tired soul it seemed. "And I chose to come back with him, despite the eerie feeling in my gut warning me not to."It went downhill from there. During the summer Harry told me he loved me, how he'll move on from Ginny. His excuse as to why he was still going out with her was because she lost so much, he lost so much  and I understood that, I did, I'm not a monster." She chuckled bitterly at the irony. Who was the monster now ?