Pansy sauntered down the hall, finally satisfied at the way her room was organized. Everything was in its proper place again, and it made her feel more settled. She entered the common rooms, and noted Goyle and Crabe, in their typical sentinel positions. She decided that the couch was where she wanted to sit, and she moved over there, her hips swaying slightly in the tight black skirt she'd worn on the train and under her robes.
Stopping in front of Goyle, she looked down and then glanced at Draco for a little help before she said in a sweet voice, "Now Greg, that's where I wanted to sit. Do you mind?" she asked, and then waited, ready to start tapping her foot and fold her arms if he made her wait any longer than the count of three. Pansy noted Greg's look at her and then at Draco and then back and her and was pleased to see the sheepish expression cross his face. His mumble of 'Sorry,' was accepted with a smile and nod, and she slid into the vacant spot.
She pulled her legs up under her, and spoke, "Did everyone have a good summer holiday?" opening up the conversation, but really addressing Draco.