"See, that's why Gryffindors will never make a proper comeback. You are too full of your own goody-goody tendencies that you notice nothing around you. If you want to insult someone then act on something that could be fathomable," she said, acting like she was talking to a first year.
Draco loved her, that couldn't be shaken. Weasley's words went over her like a puff of air. Pansy swished her wand, turning the other girl away from her, a hard thump echoing through the hall as Weasley's body hit the wall. She was tired of this game and ready to get on with her day.
"Oh Weasel, you could never be anything like me. Thank. Merlin."