Hermione holds Pansy's happiness in her hands.
Hermione looks in the mirror and sees Pansy's eyes burning into her. Pansy is standing, hip cocked, one shoulder against the doorframe. "You look at him all the time."
"We only arrived yesterday, I haven't had time to look at him - anyone at all," Hermione says indignantly. Pansy smirks.
"Fine. He - he looks worn, he looks sad -"
"What about me?" Pansy says, "You haven't looked at me once! I sit next to him, but your benevolence slips right past me."
"You wanted to give Harry to Voldemort!"
"To save us!"
"It's the wrong thing to do! You- you would have doomed us all!"
Pansy is ramrod straight; she starts toward Hermione. "I want what you're doing for him, I want to be saved, I want you to say I can be redeemed." She doesn't stop until Hermione's shoulder blades are pressed against the wall.
Unfazed, Hermione nods at Pansy's wand. "And you're going to bully empathy out of me?"
Looming over the shorter woman, Pansy steps closer, caging her in with a hand on each side of her head. "I want what you're giving to him. Are you sleeping -"
"Is that what you want, Pansy?" Hermione grins up at her.