"Right you lot, let's drink up and head out. I’m in the mood to dance", she declares as she throws back her firewhisky in one hit. Pansy gives her a knowing smirk, but follows suit, as does everyone else. She escapes the torture of Draco’s body pressed against hers, only to have him extend it by helping her in to her jacket, his fingers brushing her neck as he pulls her hair out of her collar. He pulls on his suit jacket and heads off up front with the other lads, leaving the girls trailing behind. 