Blind Date // Draco Malfoy
Post-war AU thing?
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader
Words: 1588
Summary: What will happen when the friends of a witch avoiding magic, set her up on a magical blind date?
TW: mild angst, suggestions of PTSD? mentions of war, fluff
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You had pretty much left the wizarding world after the war.
You still saw your friends, you still lived in a predominantly wizarding street in London, however, your wand sat in its box, tucked in the back of your wardrobe. The last time you had used it had been during the war. The last time you held it, not long after.
Instead of becoming an Auror as you had always dreamed, you had gone to muggle school, a university. You became a research scientist, marvelling in the advancements the muggles had somehow made without ever figuring out magic.
It had been nearly six years since the battle and you were, whilst content in not using magic, starting revising the work from your school years having realised you were forgetting even basic spells. This had worried your friends who were concerned by your immediate walk away from the magical world. They had thought initially it was the shock of the war, that you would recover and come back. They didn’t know about the nightmare, the awful things you saw every night when you shut your eyes once more.
You knew it was a worry to them, and you made sure to reassure them and make sure not to slip too far away into the muggle world; even if that would be easier for you.
This week you were out for dinner with your friends, at a cute little restaurant in Camden. Owned and operated by witches but the local muggles never seemed to notice.
“You have a date tomorrow by the way.” You nearly choked.
“I’m sorry I have a what now?”
“A date. A blind date, a magical dude in case you didn’t guess. Better get your robes cleaned.”
Oh no. This can only end badly.
Preparing for your date you pulled on your nicest robes, double checking your hair was okay before leaving your flat for this mystery date. You thought about taking your wand, but today was not the day.
Walking in a robe was somewhat strange, not quite as comfortable as you had remembered, although you couldn’t ignore how fabulous and important it made you feel. It wasn’t a long walk to the restaurant, and you were grateful your friends had chosen such a place to help keep you comfortable.
You were the first to arrive, taking your seat at the table, you relaxed watching the other couples and families around you.
This was a blind date indeed; your friends had blindsided you totally. The man sitting down at the table opposite you was none other than Draco Malfoy. The two of you hadn’t spoken much at school, his reputation leading you to steer clear from him in an attempt to make your life easier. What you did know, however, was the side of the war he fought on. The side that killed your father and you were not okay with it.
“Y/N”
“Draco.” You were curt and you felt a little bad for how it came out.
“Did you know what they had planned?” He seemed nervous, though at least he was making an effort.
“No, they only told me about this yesterday.” Even if you didn’t particularly like him based on what you knew, your friends picked him out for a reason.
“Oh wow, Blaise told me last week.”
What surprised you from the evening, was the ease you had talking to Draco, even when the conversation had involved magic. Draco had offered to take you home afterwards, to which you had raised an eyebrow, assuming correctly that it involved apparating you home.
Your landing was a little less than graceful, making Draco chuckle at you a bit.
“Shhh, I haven’t done that in a while.” Draco looked at you confused.
“Wait, then how did you get to the restaurant?”
“I walked.” Your voice showing your confusion, like how else would you get there? “Can I get you a hot drink? Tea, coffee, cocoa?”
“Tea please.”
You set to work, filling and boiling the kettle and Draco looked baffled.
“What are doing?”
“Making tea, why?”
“Why don’t you just use your wand and boil it?”
“One: not the way you should make tea, it needs to brew properly. Two: I don’t have my wand on me.”
“What do you mean you don’t have your wand on you?!” Draco seemed almost alarmed that you wouldn’t always have your wand on you.
“That’s a bit too personal for a first date I think.” You were expecting the Draco from Hogwarts to return, for him to invade your personal business. Except he didn’t.
“Well, in that case, I think I should learn the correct way for making tea for the second date,” Draco said, sidling up next to you to see what you were doing. You didn’t expect him to drop the subject so quickly but you appreciated it none the less.
“Someone’s eager.” Draco merely hummed in response.
“What’s that?” The questioning had begun.
“A kettle.”
After teaching Draco the ‘proper’ way of making a cup of tea, you sat in your living room chatting the rest of the night away. You had long decided that whilst you were very much not a fan of his father and what he stood for, you couldn’t judge Draco on that without giving him his due. You were so glad you did or you wouldn’t be sat on your sofa laughing until your stomach ached.
Once the clock struck midnight, you both said it was worth saying goodnight lest you not be well for work the next day. Having confirmed a day for you to visit Draco at his house for dinner, he left a gentle kiss on the back of your hand before apparating home. Your home was quiet once more.
It was four days later and Draco had sent you an owl asking if you would like him to apparate to your house to pick you up. He had written saying it was too far to walk and if you weren’t comfortable to ‘apparate alone’ he was more than happy to come over. You thought it was very touching that he thought of you and had remembered you avoidance of wand talk, and that it had been a while since you had apparated before your last meeting. In reality, whilst Draco had remembered you saying it had been a while, he mostly just wanted to see you as soon as possible.
It had been a long time that anyone outside of his close friendship group had given him a clean slate upon seeing him. He had remembered seeing you at the battle of Hogwarts, though not for long. Before that, his memories of you were few and far between but the constant theme was grace and elegance. He had thanked Blaise for setting him up with you as soon as he’d returned to his house, Blaise shocked by the light blush and wide grin present.
You had eagerly sent the large brown owl home with your response, making sure she had eaten, drunk and had some rest. As requested, Draco arrived promptly outside your front door, knocking as the hour changed.
This time you had dressed somewhat more casually, wanting to be able to relax at Draco’s house, and no one ever wore robes at home anyway.
Dinner was amazing, though Draco admitted to using magic to make sure he didn’t mess up. He wined and dined you for hours, laughing and smiling throughout the night. You were amazed at how comfortable you felt.
Weeks passed and you and Draco practically together. You spent many a night together in both houses. Your friends were over the moon! There was the obvious teasing, but they loved seeing you come out of your shell properly, for maybe the first time since the war.
Like most other nights, Draco and yourself were lounging on the sofa, music playing as you chatted and nursed your wine after dinner.
“Darling?”
“Yeah, Draco?” You replied, looking up at him from your warm spot on the sofa.
“Why don’t you use your wand anymore?”
“What I did with it was too bad to use it again.”
“Oh no love, you could never-” You didn’t even let him finish.
“Draco, I killed people. I killed people during the war and I can never take that back.”
“Sweetheart.”
“I just, every time I pick it up I’m reminded. So I put it away.”
“Well, why don’t we make new memories with it?”
“What?”
“We do different things using your wand so that you think of those memories when you hold it rather than the bad ones?”
“You think that will work?”
“I’m willing to try.”
The nerves and tension had left you, amazed that anyone would want to do such a thing for you. Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you. The kiss was soft but meaningful, conveying everything you needed to.
Pulling away you whispered to Draco, the first step. “I think I’m going to reconnect my house to the floo network.”
A soft smile graced Draco’s face. “Careful, I’ll be popping in all the time.”
“You can do that any way you fool, you apparate over all the time.” You chuckled.
That was all that was said on the topic that night. As soon as you got home, with Draco insisting he ‘apparated you home’ because he had to be a proper gentleman at all times, you sent an owl to the ministry requesting access to the floo network.
Part 2
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