Right as Scott seemed to be preparing himself to escape elsewhere, and Granger looked ready to move on, a petite, blonde girl slipped a dainty arm around Scott’s.  She wore a clinging gown with straps like Granger’s but hers was red with black lace on top.  The girl had a smile that reminded Draco a little too much of the one Pansy would wear, but if anything it was a weak imitation.