"I said this was a bad idea," Hermione said.  She'd already turned to go when Pansy grabbed her by the arm and shoved her through the door with one hard shove.  Hermione toppled onto him and he stood there, stunned, unable to move.  She did look horrible. She'd tied her hair back into some grotesque form of submission it clearly resented.  Her skin seemed sapped of all its colour so instead of a warm brown it looked more like the sort of greyish dirt you'd find in an empty lot where people tossed out used fags.  She was thin - much too thin - and she felt fragile in a way he couldn't explain.  She jerked herself free of him, her eyes clear and angry.