Pansy had never been jealous of Granger. She could suck up to Saint Potter all she wanted; she'd never get in the with the right set . Besides, her day would come. Draco had assured her of that.
After Draco left, she looked over one morning and saw that freak with her friends. They were laughing, and their banter drifted towards her like geeses' babble.
She snorted. Gits, chuckling like the Dark Lord wouldn't come soon and put everything right. Morons. She thanked Merlin she was nothing like them.
At least, that's what she would have said to anyone who asked.