Pansy wasn't thinking nearly as much as Blaise was at this moment. Perhaps it was that she simply couldn't wrap her head around the thought that anyone would ever think of her as more than just a fling. She had seven years of experience that told her she was just an object to every male to walk the corridors at Hogwarts. She didn't expect more from Blaise, especially the way they'd torn apart years ago.
Feeling his hips flush against hers had her letting out quiet noise of triumph. She let her head fall back a bit and her eyes slid closed when he slid his hands down her back, and released his hips to raise her arms over his head when he pulled at her shirt.
"What could I possibly be unsure about?" she sighed a bit dreamily, and grinned when he commented about her body being more fulfilling than he remembered. Pansy, too, had been pleased with the curvy changes to her body, and was a might proud of the way she'd filled out.
She reached to him again, but instead of paying attention to his shirt, she went right to his belt. Maybe she should waste more time and enjoy the moment... but she was afraid if she didn't stress her point, Blaise would change his mind and leave her wanting.