Hermione pursed her lips and didn’t reply to Pansy’s snarky comment, the girl had no idea what a good, respectable witch might aspire too. Hermione didn’t need magical parents to know that.
“To be perfectly honest, I don’t really have time for it either, I have a lot of studying to do tonight for OWLS and I haven’t had any time to practice my charms for tomorrow. “I suppose its for all prefects to decide what would be the best. But I see your point.” She hated conceding to agree with anything Pansy had to say.
“I’m not bloody showing off,” Hermione had on her normal school blouse and skirt as well as her knee socks and shoes. She had simply rolled up the sleeves after classes due to the fact she had spent extra time in the dungeons, working on a potion for extra practice. She had left her robes in the dorm before dinner, the warmer weather making them unnecessary when they weren’t in class. “I’ll have you know I am nearly a year older than the rest of you, I’m 16,” Hermione felt her face go beat red and Pansy checked her out. She squirmed slightly and fidgeted with the bottom button of her blouse.
“Why, Parkinson, are you suddenly so concerned with my appearance?” she demanded to know, trying to hide her shock at the comment about her arse. None of the boys at Hogwarts seem to have noticed she had been blooming over the last year, only Victor, and that had been over a year ago.