As the time slowly came around to meet Daphne out by the quidditch pitch, Blaise felt a little anxious. He had thought that she hadn't wanted to spend anytime with him these last few days. It was a little obvious by the fact that she was rarely to be found around him, which included not making an appearence at dinner one evening. If he had done something to upset her, all the woman had to do was tell him or make some sort of hint. Dodging him wasn't the answer, especially all that they have been for each other in different ways since the beginning of their school years together. Yet after all that they had been through, Blaise still had a little inkling of ditching her completely. It wasn't like him to have such thoughts, no. He would do just about anything for Daphne. The thought was a bit tempting, but he knew he'd never be able to leave her down there. She meant more to him then any other female.
As he made his way down to the pitch, he couldn't help but think about his atrocious performance during the last match. Sure, they had won and he had played loads better then Harper, but that was below his standards. Even Daphne would be able to notice that fact without any real knowledge of the game. Maybe that was the reason behind the little get together, covering it up as it was a celebration for the win. Despite the real reason of their little get together, Blaise knew that things weren't going good for the two of them and he was fairly certain that it wasn't his fault this time. He had made numerous attempts in trying to see her and make sure that the female was alright. It was strange that she always seemingly got into some sort of trouble when he had know knowledge of her whereabouts.
Despite all of that, Blaise couldn't deny to himself that a feeling that he had never had for another woman crept up within his chest. In the past, he hadn't exactly thrown himself into any long-lasting realtionship. He always liked to keep his options open, even though he really wasn't sure the reason behind it. Maybe it was because of Daphne and he was a little to daft not to realize it fully. It still wasn't something that he was about to bring himself to verbally tell her that evening. That was almost like speaking some sort of true apology, which was always difficult for him to mean. She honestly was the first and only person to recieve a heartful apology from him, which was something that his own mother wouldn't get to be honest. It almost felt like she was all his during somedays, which included the days that they spent together, even though those were far of and very few lately. Daphne was different than any other, yet he couldn't tell her that exactly.
Making his way towards the pitch, he gazed up at the empty stands. He half expected to see other people lounding about, but there was only one person there. Daphne probably made sure that they were alone for the evening, since he was sure that others liked to spend their time out here doing Merlin knew what. However, that wasn't anything of importance at the moment. As he kept his eyes on upon the woman upon the bench, he approached her in a casual way that usually surrounded Blaise. He wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong and if Daphne asked, he was more then likely to say there wasn't either. That was something he wasn't too sure was going to last. "Good evening, Daphne," he finally spoke, wondering if she noticed easily that he was resisting the urge to call her a pet name. That was another thing that the male had always done. Since things felt strange, he didn't use them, especially since h wasn't sure if she wanted him around as much anymore. "You look rather lovely," he spoke once more, while his gaze traveled down slightly before returning to her own.