"You're late," Draco commented the second he opened the door. Pansy brushed him off, and entered the dorm room with a flurry of her hand.<br/>"Always am. You know this. I need to borrow your mirror though, I am sure that my eyeliner is smudged," she stated, which they both knew were a lie. Pansy could go out during a hurricane, and her makeup would look freshly done. It was a talent of her's. No, Draco knew that she wanted to meet Harry, and he was having none of it.<br/>"You look great. Your make-up is perfect. Let's go," he said, but it was too late; Pansy had already entered the kitchen and was eyeing Harry up and down, not even trying to be discreet about it. He really had to get better friends.<br/>"You were right Draco. He does look even better this close," she stated, as Draco grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her out of the apartment.<br/>"Nice, thank you Pansy. Now shut up," he said, grabbing his jacket on the way out, before slamming the door shut behind them.