"Provided you know what a friend is," Hermione said, her grin fierce and challenging, "Of course!"
Pansy looked coquettishly at Hermione, as Daphne got a more concerned look on her face, as if Hermione was sliding into a snakepit, newly opened for the year (the snakes still drowsy, but very venomous). "Friends tell each other everything."
Hermione just looked at Pansy, her face open like a glass mirror, and Pansy continued, with a far more predatory grin, "So dish."
"You first," Hermione said, giggling at the openly furious look on Pansy's face.
"Hmph" Pansy mock huffed, saying boldly and sarcastically, "Ask on, swotty Gryffindor."
Draco Malfoy shifted a bit in his chair, somehow conveying an air of vague hostility without saying a word. **
"Were you really in love with Draco back then?" Hermione asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Yes, of course. I was thirteen. What girl at age thirteen doesn't want to marry the handsome, moneyed prince?" Pansy said - then cast a sidealong glance at Granger, "except you, of course. Miss I'm Better than You"
Draco Malfoy sighed, saying, "Tell her the rest of it, she's asking nicely."
Pansy's smile got wider, as she responded, "I was out of love within three days. Draco here was an absolute prat back then, and didn't know a gift horse when it bit him on the rear end."
Draco sighed, louder, saying, "That was a stinging hex, not a lovebite." Hermione fought down a gigglefit.
"Now it's your turn!" Pansy shrieked in that high pitched, satisfied way that every on god's green earth loathes.
**This is nowhere near "fight level" hostility, which is why it's tricky.
[a/n: and switching perspectives. Leave a review, if you want this to update any time soon]
