Pansy looked down at his hand as it covered her own. Everything was perfect ; the stars were bright, the moon was low and heavy and her hair had managed to tuck underneath itself in a way that was simply perfect.
The stage was set. And she even had a leading man that she'd borrowed for the night. She'd roast anyone who dared to suggest she was lonely but part of her missed Draco ; more than the social status she'd gained whilst dating him, he'd been rather nice to sit next to. Stolen, fleeting kisses and the way her stomach had flipped when he'd met her eyes as she sat down at the breakfast table in the Great Hall.
She missed that basic contact. And right now Blaise with his smirk was offering a reprieve from that pathetically weak emotion. She'd have been a fool not to grasp at it.
"Maybe you're not looking close enough to see my objection," she sad with a flirtation tilt of her chin. She hoped he'd take the hint.