Hi there! On impulse, I decided to write my first ever Blaise/Ginny fic! Yay! Well, it's really more of a drabble. The title is due to the fact that I was listening to this song while writing this, and I needed a title... Voila! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Would I really be writing a non-canon fan fiction if I owned Harry Potter? The title is also from a Stevie Wonder song; I don't own him either.

Perfect.

She was perfect.

He watched her as she leaned over her exam, writing furiously. Her fiery hair just brushed the parchment. He moved his gaze from her hair to her eyes. She was squinting slightly, but he could still see the most beautiful color brown he had ever seen. His own eyes traveled down to her nose. Her nose was scrunched up, making her forehead wrinkle. This made him smile. She wasn't smiling though, he noticed as he laid his eyes on her lips. They were a perfect colour and shape. He moved his gaze back, looking at her entire face. He loved her freckles as much as she hated them.

He was grinning hugely now. His best mate took notice to this.

"Earth to Zabini!" he whispered.

Blaise's grin seemed to have disapperated as he answered with a gruff, "What do you want, ferret?"

"Hey, only Granger can call me ferret," Draco joked. Getting back on track, he said, "Why don t you just ask the Weaslette out already?"

"Why don t you ask the Gryffindor Princess out?" Blaise countered.

"Because everyone knows she hates me. You dating my princess best friend will help that, though. Besides, you know she's not with Pothead anymore." Draco chuckled at the nickname. "You should be jumping at this opportunity, mate. She won't last long."

Blaise looked at the object of his obsession and sighed. "Dray, what if she says no? You know I can t take that rejection. I mean, Daphne Greengrass? Yeah, sure. Not this one though."

"Dray? Really? You sound like a hormonal teenage girl."

"Thanks, Malfoy."

"No problem, Zabini. Think about it. The only reason Little Weasel would reject you would be the fact that Granger hates me. And then you can blame me all you want. Look, she's getting up! It s now or never."

Ginny was, indeed, getting up. She hadn't walked more than a few steps out the door when Blaise chased after her. "Ginny!" he yelled.

He watched her turn around, a look of surprise and, although he could not see it, hope on her face.
"Ginny," he panted after catching up with her. She was a fast walker!

"Ginny, I know this is going to sound really odd, but..." For a second, Blaise hesitated. Then he realized how much she meant to him, and he blurted out, "Go-to-Hogsmeade-with-me?"

"Sorry, what was that?" she said, her brow furrowing.

"I- I was just wondering if- well- maybe-"

"A Slytherin, stuttering?" she laughed. At this, he couldn't help but laugh too. Her laugh was the most amazing sound in the world.

With now-found confidence, he said, "Ginny Weasley, would you like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"I would love to," she grinned. "Meet me at the gate at 11 on Saturday."

And with that, she walked away.

Yay for early morning drabbles! I have this from her point of view too, so review if you want me to post that as well. :) Thanks for reading!