"Oh now, don't take that as a compliment," she said, a slight giggle. "Next thing you know, it'll be in the Prophet: Draco Malfoy on a motorcycle !" Pansy was happy to see him smile -- true, it was more a smirk than a smile, but nevertheless any glimpse of expression was welcome. She was even happier to find that he offered his arm, which she quickly took and hooked her arm securely around his extended elbow, hand placed safely on his forearm. "I'm glad we won the latest Quidditch match! Surely, they could not have thought of themselves as our equals."