IX. Groan
Daphne couldn't help but groan as loudly as possible. Pansy just would not shut up, would she? Draco this, Draco that, Draco is so wonderful, isn't he Daphne? It wouldn't have been so bad had it been anyone else Pansy had been pining after, but Daphne couldn't bring herself to like Draco. She couldn't stand the boy. She had hated him ever since he got paint in her hair at a birthday party when they were six and Pansy's stupid crush was not going to change her opinion.
"What's wrong, Daphne?" Pansy asked.
"You've been talking about Draco for the past twenty minutes. Non-stop," Daphne replied.
"He's wonderful, isn't he?" Pansy chirped.
Daphne suddenly felt the urge to hex Pansy. How in Merlin's name was it possible for the girl to be so completely oblivious?
