"You know, unlike pretty much everyone else here, Draco actually gives a damn about you and how you're coping. I would think you'd recognise and appreciate that fact, instead of trying to pick at him through me. He needs someone to talk to so that all this –" Hermione waved a hand in the air, eyes sharp on Pansy. "– doesn't eat him alive. I can't imagine how hard everything must be for you right now, Pansy, but it's not easy for him either. You only have to look at him to see that. And I'm not sure how getting shirty with him and being horrid to me is going to help your situation." She tried not to but couldn't help the superior tone that slid through her voice, and Pansy noticed it too, gulping down more drink; straight from the bottle this time, choking on it.