Disclaimer: If anything is familiar to you from the Harry Potter series, it's safe to say I don't own it.


"It won't kill you to dance with a girl just once," Draco said trying to persuade Blaise.

"There isn't even anyone worth dancing with in here," Blaise replied, trying to get out of the inevitable.

"Maybe you need glasses then because that right there is one fine specimen of a female," Theo grinned. Blaise followed his gaze and couldn't help but agree.

"Okay, I'll give you that, but I shouldn't be dancing with any other girls," he said looking to John for some back up. He was disappointed to see his attention wasn't even on the conversation, but the waitress, or swaying hips of, that just delivered another round of drinks and was slowly walking away.

"Look mate, what happens here stays here. It's a Muggle club and you don't even know anyone. Daphne will never find out," Draco clapped him on the shoulder. "Now you've no excuse to pass that up."

"No," Blaise said.

"I dare you," Draco leveled back at him.

Blaise knew he'd eventually give in, because who was he to back down from a dare, but he didn't go down with out a fight. After more protesting, teasing, and being forcibly pulled out of his chair and shoved in the girl's direction, Blaise finally made his way towards the far corner of the room, if not a tad reluctantly. When he reached the table, the girls occupying it just stared up at him eagerly.

"Can we help you?" asked a blonde that looked vaguely familiar to him.

"My friends wanted me to ask her to dance," he gestured to the auburn haired bombshell leaning against the wall in a dress that was far too revealing to keep his thoughts entirely clean.

"Pity," the same blond replied with a slight pout, "I was hoping I could be of some service to you."

"Sorry, I've got strict orders to dance with her," he replied with a small smile. It isn't every day a girl so openly showed interest in him anymore; Daphne made sure of that.

"And if she doesn't want to dance with you?" the auburn haired girl spoke up.

Caught off guard, Blaise had to do some quick thinking before answering. "I guess I'll just have to stay here until she does. I can't go back there with out having danced."

"I'm sure Victoria will dance with you," the auburn haired girl said.

"It's got to be you, darling" he responded with a slight smirk. He liked the challenge. This just might turn out better than he thought it would.

"Well I suggest you pull up a chair then," she responded with her own smirk. "You aren't getting that dance anytime soon."

Not one to back down, Blaise looked over to his friends – who were watching him shamelessly – with a wink, pulled up a chair and chatted up each girl at the table. He was there for half an hour, half the girls practically throwing themselves at him, before she agreed to dance.

"You really aren't leaving are you?"

"Nope, not until we dance," he grinned.

"Fine," she sighed, "let's go."

The song was fast paced, their bodies close and brushing. Blaise was, again, having a hard time keeping his thoughts on track. He was just supposed to dance with her once and be done with it. If Daphne ever found out about this night he'd be dead. Therefore, he was surprised when, as the song ended and another began, he held her hips tighter not letting her go just yet.

"What now? You need to dance with me again? Did that not count?" she asked, annoyance coloring her tone.

"No," he answered, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "I just happen to be enjoying myself far too much in your presence to let you go away from me yet."

She pulled back and looked him over with confused eyes briefly before she nodded slightly and moved with him again; the pair worked up a rhythm all their own. After a handful more songs he escorted her back to her table and, with a kiss to the hand, bid them all farewell. He hadn't moved far before they were swooping in on her for details.

"I thought it was only going to be one dance?"

"Was it just wonderful? I bet he was a marvelous dancer!"

"What'd he say to you before?"

"Why'd you decide to dance for not one, but seven songs straight with him?"

"He wanted to," he heard her answer simply before the rest of the conversation was lost in the noise of the busy club. When he reached his own table the guys were all grinning at him and asking similar questions, though in a much more teasing way. He just responded with his own grin and stated that it was getting late and he should head back to his flat. When he reached home he went straight to the bathroom, intent on having a long, hot shower to relieve the problem he had developed on the dance floor.


He went to the same club on a regular basis with his friends, but never before had he seen her there, let alone this often. This was his fifth visit since they first danced and she had been there each time. Each night he found himself approaching her with out meaning to. He would get up to order a drink or go to the bathroom and find himself approaching her instead. Tonight they were dancing close, again, when things went further and he finally gave into his desire and kissed her. It wasn't long before he had her off the dance floor and pinned to the wall, hands and lips roaming.

"What's your name?" he finally thought to ask as he broke away panting.

"Ginny," she replied with a sad smile that he didn't see through his closed lids.

"That's a lovely name. I'm Blaise," he said as way of introduction.

"I know Blaise."

"Oh, have I said it before?"

"No, I just know," she shook her head. "You're Blaise Zabini."

"How did you…?" he asked before really looking at her and finally realizing why she was familiar. "Weaselette?"