Pansy's lips curved in a genuine smile — for once not a smirk — when Draco returned and whispered in her ear. He had done an absolutely splendid job in picking out his robes for the evening. They complimented her dress perfectly, and she was sure they were the best looking couple at the ball. Not to mention that he looked incredibly handsome in black and emerald green; Pansy thought she might have to convince him to wear the color a bit more. It certainly suited him.
She did notice a slight hint of firewhiskey on his breath, but decided to ignore it. With the Atrium as crowded as it was with … the lower classes, Pansy didn't blame him for needing something a little more fortifying than champagne. "You always were the perfect gentleman, Draco." She was reminded momentarily of their first ball together, the fourth year Yule Ball back at Hogwarts, and her smile widened as she laid her arm on his. "And what attentions do I get?" Pansy teased, unable to pass up the opportunity.