For just a moment when Neville appeared, Pansy was distracted long enough that Ginny could escape. Her face was scrapped and sore, and she could taste the metallic tang of her own blood on her tongue, but she wasn't going to give Pansy the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt.
"Okay. Thanks Neville. Can you show me where she is?" Ginny glared at Pansy, rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand. It came back red. Still with her eyes narrowed, she walked past Pansy, knocking her with her shoulder as she marched over to Neville, "Really. Thanks."