"Well yes, all boys are like that though, aren't they?" it seemed true, boys would assume other boys were queer for saying another bloke looked handsome. It wasn't done.
"What?! Who are you talking about?" Hermione wanted to know at once. She was always with Harry and Ron and hardly ever paid attention to what her dorm mates might be doing with who.
She stiffened a little, "knee socks aren't much better, and my stocking are in the wash." She felt her chest tighten at Pansy's gaze. The attention was confusing but nice.