Draco moved up from his bed when he saw Pansy walk into his room. Every time he saw her.. he couldn't help but feel light. Not as much as the times he saw her at the hotel. But now the feeling was stronger. And he felt more free, like a weight had been lifted after telling her how he really felt about her.
And to look at her now.. damn. She looked very good. Her dress, how her hair was, Pansy herself, everything. "Don't I always?", he said with a smirk, that usual Malfoy smirk of his. But then he held a real smile as he reached for her hand. "I have to admit you look wonderful too." He paused. "I love you, Pansy."