She watched him for a moment, and then turned to head back to the couch, tapping her finger to her lips as she walked slowly back to the couch and slid into her spot, thinking about his reaction.
It had been all summer, and she'd found herself, while flattered by the attention from other boys, comparing them to Draco almost every time. It had been annoying; they were really only friends, as much as she found herself beginning to want to be more. His smile had lifted her hopes, but his lack of response had made her frown a bit inside. Clearly, her generous compliment pleased him, but not enough for him to reciprocate the sentiment.
She sat, staring at the fire as the room began to empty. She really should go off to bed and find her little cat, but she wasn't ready to slip into the occupied room; she was an only child and while she enjoyed the company, solitude was more of her preferred state in her personal space. The girls would be chatting and dishing about their summer experiences; Pansy had plenty to share, but she didn't want to rush the time she was taking, considering the smile that has played across Draco's face. It made him more handsome, if such a thing were possible, and she knew that he would be highly sought after, as a potential hookup from dozens of other girls. Her chances were just as good as anyone else's, if he seemed interested.
Pansy leaned against the arm rest of the couch, considering her options carefully. If her experiences this summer had taught her anything, it was that she did not have to chase any boy down; more than sufficient had come flocking to her. And while she might cherish the idea of finding affection from one Draco Malfoy, she was not going to moon over him and make the fool of herself. Her gesture this evening could be taken either way: friendship or fan; she didn't regret it but she was not about to do it again, decidedly. She thought she should write about it in her journal, or confide in Daphne her thoughts. This year was going to be quite the challenge, Pansy decided.