The look Pansy was giving her was almost as confusing as the words coming out of her mouth, “I am…’” she stammered, not really sure why she was even answering, “I don’t. No, I mean, I have snogged before but I am not going out with anyone.” There, that should be enough to get her off her back.
Shifting from one foot to the other, Hermione was boiling. The classrooms were very warm with no breeze and she had pulled on tights to cover her legs instead of socks today to cover more of herself. “I am, a bit,” she conceded.
“So why do you or any of your Pureblood cronies care about me?”