Pansy rolled her eyes again; her default reaction to everyone who was lesser than her, which was, well, everyone. "Blah, blah, blah," she replied dismissively with a wave of her hand.
"Isn't that what the dances are anyways? The boys dance for two minutes then spend they whole time grooping us and acting like shy children or beligerent drunks. It is so tiresome."
Pansy let Hermione's comment about studying pass. Her insult had landed, she didn't need to go further with it.
"Oh, I know that isn't true," Pansy replied. "I know of at least one other who have noticed."
"See you then."
Pansy was excited for the next day. The day began with her and Daphne talking conspiritorially near Hermione. She made sure Hermione could catch snippets of converstaion but nothing damning.
"Do you think she's..."
"We could ask that Quidditch boy from Durmstrang..."
"...that skirt..."
Daphne and Pansy spent the day giggling and chatting and stealing looks at Hermione.