Draco found himself speechless.  Sure, he’d had witches more or less throw themselves at him before, particularly the pureblood ones hoping for a marriage contract.  Pansy had been one at a point in time (they don’t speak of that,  ever  ).  Daphne had been forced to flirt with him a time or two when her father was watching at a pureblood event.  But never in his wildest dreams would he have expected a witch to simply  assume  he’d be taking her anywhere, let alone a dance.