Hermione blushed scarlet, did anyone know about her and Victor? She had let him touch her breasts and her thighs over her dress but when his hands started to wander up her robes, she had drawn the line. “I suppose,’ was her stiff answer.
She really wanted to ask Pansy who on earth might have noticed that would tell Pansy but she was too indignant to press her. It had to be a trap. “I’m sure they haven’t.”
“Fine,” was her terse reply. This was all very strange. Pansy was behaving very oddly. She watched the dark haired girl leave the room and stood there with her arms crossed over her chest for a few more minutes. The whole conversation had made her uncomfortable in a totally different way that she thought only boys could make you feel.
The discomfort didn’t stop the next day. Pansy seemed to be going out of her way to get under Hermione’s skin, but not in her normal way. Hermione was used to her whispering to her little Slytherin friends about her but it was normally comments on Hermione’s hair or just her bookish behavior in general. Pansy was continuing the line of conversation from the night before. She felt her face flush several times as Pansy made comments about her physical appearance again to her little friend, looking round at her and giggling with the girl.
By time rolled around for her and Pansy to meet up to decide on a theme for the dance (who in the blazes thought it would be a good idea to make the two of them captains of this dance together was mad) she was fuming. Flinging the door open to the classroom, and slamming it behind her, she demanded to know, “why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?”