Blaise arrived at Ginny's door exactly when he said he would, swapping his normal suit for a tuxedo. He'd honestly wondered for a moment if, in the act of knocking on her door, he'd burst into flames or something. Like that whole vampires have to be invited in thing. He figured it was sort of like that with a Death Eater asking to take out the ex-girlfriend of Harry fucking Potter.
But he'd been perfectly fine, no flames. And honestly, he was a little gobsmacked by that dress. She looked gorgeous, and it went perfectly with her hair. And the slit up the side? Had him wondering if she had freckles everywhere. He fully intended to see for himself by the end of the night.
In the meantime, however, Blaise was ever the gentleman- despite a few of his usual comments, and the shit-eating grin he had on his face when they walked in. Ginny might be avoiding eye contact with her friends and family, but Blaise wasn't. And Ginny might not be exactly comfortable with the attention, but he could tell part of her liked it. That was sort of the reason he'd asked her. Girls liked bad boys because they were dangerous, but the bad boys liked good girls because there was a thrill there, too. He considered Ginny's question and tilted his head, eyes tracing along her lips before lifting back up to meet her gaze. "I think I'd like a dance first," he murmured, easing an arm around her waist.