For unknown reasons, Pansy, the usually serenely graceful, had decided to trip in front of one of those numerous older Weasley boys.
Being raised as a gentleman, he grabbed her elbow and her opposite hand before she fell completely to the ground.
Not brought up as a lady, Pansy swore and yanked her arm away, but the infuriating boy refused to let go of her other hand. Livid, she twisted toward him ready to fight, but she paused when she saw his handsome, smiling face.
"Are you all right?" he inquired.
Pansy just stared as she gripped his strong hand.