“I keep telling you, it’s a safety. You use your books as a protection from the world. When was the last time you went on a date? Two years?”
“Is that a problem?” She tried to pretend like she didn’t care. There was a long silence. After a minute, Ginny left the room. Hermione could hear the shower turn on and the door shut.

Malfoy dismissed this comment with a wave of his hand. “Where’s your snog buddy, Weasel-breath?” Pansy asked, suddenly grabbing his arm tight. Malfoy grinned, giving Pansy full satisfaction.

“I knew we were forgetting something.” Out of adamant will and anger, Ron stood, accidentally knocking his wooden chair over. He pressed his wand into Malfoy’s pale neck, causing a an even whiter circle imprint around that area. Pansy hiccupped, suddenly letting go and stepping a few feet away.