She didn't allow herself to sag and Draco eyed the satin of her skirt, now crumpled.  It was the only evidence that anything had gone amiss in the evening.   He'd have to get an owl off to Pansy tonight before she turned in what was sure to be salacious copy and make it clear that he protected his own.   Maybe she'd thought he wouldn't include Granger in that category just because he didn't especially like the woman.  If so, she'd thought wrong.   One mention of Granger's trance and Pansy would find herself out of a job and blacklisted if he had to buy the Prophet to do it.  