Draco extended a hand to Pansy to help her onto the train-side steps, letting her use him for a bit of balance as she stepped aboard. Behind him, Greg and Vince did the same thing for the Greengrass sisters.
All along the train, Wizarding students were doing the same thing, as they always did - boys and men assisting ladies and their trunks into the carriages.
Closer to the front, Draco was vaguely aware of the gauche antics of the Gryffindors, who didn't possess a scrap of class or intellect. Their girls (nearly hooligans all) scampered into the cars, some of them even clad with indecent trousers. Draco Malfoy wouldn't say a word against the muggleborn carrying on so - they hadn't the time to absorb Wizarding ways... But the Weasleys? Oh, ye gods above, the Weasleys! Pathetic is what they were.
No sooner had they all reached their compartment and settled in, than Pansy was tugging Draco Malfoy up, the steely glint in her eye telling him that if he didn't go peacefully, he'd go at the end of a noose (that being his tie), and in ignominious unconsciousness. Draco was two steps behind Pansy before they were past their own carriage, and he hurried to keep up with his fellow prefect. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Pansy wasn't headed towards the prefect cabin.
Too impersonal, too likely for interruptions.
And that meant there was only one place on the train suitable.
[a/n: I'm cutting this short to let you speculate. Draco knows what's going on, Pansy knows what's going on, - it's only you lovelies who are in the dark.
So write a review, and amuse me with your ideas.]