Summary
"Are you trying to set me up with Harry Potter?" Pansy asked, her face hard as she squeezed Hermione's hand hard. "Of course I'm not," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. Hermione could not lie well. Which is how Pansy knew that in this moment, she was telling the truth. At that realization, something in Pansy wilted. / EWE, Hansy, Dramione