Pansy actually laughed, hard. "Oh, you poor, ignorant child. Granger? The only thing Granger is good for is to wipe the scum from the bottom of Potter and your brother's bum. It's a good thing they are such good friends. It must get confusing whose turn it is with her."
Pansy looked around the hall, her grin large and predatory. "Granger doesn't belong in this school. Granger doesn't belong as a witch. I am Head Girl." Pansy's smile darkened, her voice a tad lower. "Weasleys, Potter and a boy who has a bludger thrown at his head for a living...yes, she is like by people with such high standards."
"Every way that matters? I'd say being alive is the simplest thing and I doubt she will be able to even manage that much longer. No, that's not a worry at all."